"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…"

"Nis no fur so hot in helle All to mon That loveth derne and dar nout telle Whet him is on."

"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 "…"