"Icham of Irlaunde Ant of the holy londe Of Irlande. Gode sire, pray ich the, For of saynte charite, Come ant daunce w…"

"Adam lay ibounden, Bounden in a bond; Four thousand winter Thoght he not too long; And all was for an appil, An appil…"

"An hendy hap ichabbe y-hent, Ichote from hevene it is me sent; From alle wymmen my love is lent Ant lyht on Alisoun."

"Hand by hand we shule us take, And joye and blisse shule we make; For the devel of helle man hath forsake, And Godes …"

"For hire love in slep y slake, For hire love al nyht ich wake, For hire love mournynge y make More then eny mon. Blou…"

"She sente me the cherye Withouten ony ston; And so she dede the dove Withouten ony bon; She sente me the brer Without…"

"I sing of a maiden That is makeles; King of all kings To her son she ches."

"Wymmen waxeth wounder proude So wel hit wol hem seme, Yef me shal wonte wille of on, This wunne weole y wole forgon A…"

"Louerd, þu clepedest me, An ich nagt ne ansuarede þe, Bute wordes scloe and sclepie: "Þole yet! þole a litel!" Bute "…"

"Middel-erd for mon wes mad."