| | Sir Thopas fil in loue longinge | |
| | Al when he herde the throstil synge | |
| | And prikid as he were wood | |
| | Hes faire stede in his prikynge | |
| 65 | So swette that men mighte hym wrynge | |
| | His sidis were al blood | |
| | Sire Thopas eke so wery was | |
| | For prikyng in the softe gras | |
| | So fiers was his corage | |
| 70 | That doun he leyde hym in the place | |
| | To make his stede sum solace | |
| | And yaf hym good forage | |
| | A sainte marie benedicite | |
| | What aylith this loue at me | |
| 75 | To bynde me so sore | |
| | Me dremyd al this nyght parde | |
| | An elf quene sholde my lady be | |
| | And slepe vnder my goore | |
| | An elf quene wol I haue ywis | |
| 80 | For in this worlde no woman is | |
| | Worthy to be my make in toun | |
| | Al othir women I forsake | |
| | And to an elf quene y me take | |
| 85 | By dale and eke be doune | |
| | And to his sadil he clamb anone | |
| | And prikid ouer stile and stoon | |
| | An elf quene to aspye | |
| | Til he so longe hath riden and goon | |
| 90 | That he found a priuy wone | |