445 | These been the cokkis wordis and not myn | |
| I can no harm of no womman deuyne | |
| Faire in the sonde to bathe hir merily | |
| Lith Pertelot and alle her susteris by | |
| Ayens ye sonne and chauntecleer so free | |
450 | Sang merier than the marmayde in the see | |
| For Phisalogus sayth vttirly | |
| How that they syngen wel and merily | |
| And so be fil as he cast his ye | |
| Among the wortis on a boterflye | |
455 | He was waar of this fox that lay ful lowe | |
| No thing than lust hym forto crowe | |
| But cryde anon cok cok and vp he stert | |
| As man that was afrayd in his hert | |
| For naturelly a best desirith to fle | |
460 | Fro his contrary yf he may it se | |
| Though he neuyr had seyn it erst with his ye | |
| This chauntecleer whan he gan hym aspye | |
| He wolde haue fled but that the fox anon | |
| Sayde gentyl sire allas what wyl ye don | |
465 | Be ye affraid of me that am your frende | |
| Certis sire than be ye vnkynd | |
| If I to you wolde harm or vilonye | |
| I am not comyn your counseyl to aspye | |
| But trewly the cause of my comynge | |
470 | Was only to here how ye syng | |
| For trewly ye haue as mery a steuyn | |
| As ony aungel hath that is in heuyn | |
| Therwith ye haue of musik more felynge | |