| 135 | To come and Rome her in company | |
| | Awey to dryuen her derk fantesie | |
| | And finally she grauntid that request | |
| | For wel she saw it was for the best | |
| | Now stood her castel faste by the se | |
| 140 | And ofte with her frendis walkid she | |
| | Here forto disporte vpon the bank only | |
| | Where she many shippis and bargis sy | |
| | Sayling her cours where hem list to go | |
| | But yet was that a parcel of her wo | |
| 145 | For to her self ful ofte allas sayd she | |
| | Is ther no ship so many as I se | |
| | Wolde brynge hoom my lord than were my hert | |
| | Al warisshid of his bittir peynys smert | |
| | Anothir tyme she wolde sitte and thinke | |
| 150 | And caste her yen dounward from the brynke | |
| | But whan she saw the grisly rockis blake | |
| | For verry feer wolde her herte quake | |
| | That on her feet she mighte not sustene | |
| | Than wolde she sit doun vp on the grene | |
| 155 | And pitously on the see with sighes olde | |
| | And saith right thus with herte cold | |
| | Eterne god that thorow thy purueaunce | |
| | Ledist the worlde by certeyn gouernaunce | |
| | In ydil as ye say ye no think make | |
| 160 | But lord this grisly rockis blake | |
| | That sownen rather vnto foul confusion | |
| | Of wreke than to ony maner creacion | |
| | Of suche parfit god wyse and stabil | |
