¶ Now she that I. loved truly. beareth a full fair face  
Hath chosen her. A new lover. God send her evil grace  
Sith she is gone. Remedy none. There is that I can say  
wherefore I sing. A way morning. All thought & care a weigh   

¶ I woyd her. In good manner. great love till her I had  
This fair woman. She letyd than. As though she had be glade  
But at the last. She played a cast. And granted unto me  
In wind & weather. To were a feather. Hyt will no better be   

¶ At your metinge. And last parting. She gave me a proud scorn  
And said that I. was a seemly. Person to were an horn  
wherefore I say. In ernyst & play. To mach with such a make  
A thousaund fold. yet rather I would. The devil had her take   

¶ I have her lost. For all my cost. yet for all that I trow  
I have perchance. A fair ryddaunce. And am quit of a shrew  
I say no more. I can no more. The moan is at the full  
That all his life. Hath a shrewd wife. He hath a crow to pull   

justicia Regat.  
IR