| | And Custaunce with a dedly & a paal face | |
| 725 | The fayre may toward the ship she went | |
| | But neuer the lees she takith it in good entent | |
| | The wyl of crist and knelynge on the stronde | |
| | She sayde ay welcom be thy sonde | |
| | He that me kepte fro the fals blame | |
| 730 | Whylis that I was on the lond amonges you | |
| | He can me kepe fro blame & eke fro shame | |
| | In the salt se although ye se not hou | |
| | As strong as euer he was he is right now | |
| | In hym I truste and in hes moder dere | |
| 735 | That is to me my sayl and eke my stere | |
| | Her litil child lay wepyng in her arm | |
| | And kneling pitously she sayde | |
| | Pees litil childe I wol do the non harm | |
| | With that the kerchief from her hed she brayde | |
| 740 | And ouer his litil yen it layde | |
| | And in her arm she lullith it ful faste | |
| | And in to heuene vp her yen she caste | |
| | Moder quod she and mayde bright Marye | |
| | Soth is that thorow womannys egement | |
| 745 | Mankynde was lost & dampnyd euer to dye | |
| | For whiche thy child was on the cros to rent | |
| | Thy blisful yen saw al this turment | |
| | Than is ther no comparison betwene | |
| | Thyn wo and my wo that man may sustene | |
| 750 | Thou saw thy childryn slayn a fore thyn yen | |
| | And yet now liueth my litil child perfay | |
| | Now lady bright to whom alle women crien | |
