| | They moornyd for hym par amour | |
| | Whan hem were bet to slepe | |
| | But he was chast and no lechour | |
| 35 | And swete as is the Brembil flour | |
| | That berith the rede hepe | |
| | And so it fil vp on a day | |
| | For sothe as I you telle may | |
| | Sir Thopas wolde out ryde | |
| 40 | He worde vp on his hors bay | |
| | And in his hond a launcegay | |
| | A long swerd be his syde | |
| | He prykid thorou a fair forest | |
| | Ther ynne is many a wilde best | |
| 45 | Ye bothe buk and hare | |
| | And as he pryked north and est | |
| | I telle it you hym hadde almest | |
| | Betyd a sory care | |
| | Ther sprongen herbis grete and smale | |
| 50 | The licorice and the Cetuale | |
| | And many a cloue gilofer | |
| | And notemyg to put in ale | |
| | Whethir it be moist or stale | |
| | Or forto ley in Cofir | |
| 55 | The briddis synge it is no nay | |
| | The sperhauke and the Popingeay | |
| | That ioye was to here | |
| | The throstil made eke his lay | |
| | The wode dowue vp on the spray | |
| 60 | He sang ful loude and clere | |
