O Mighty father in heaven on high  
One god and persons three  
That made both day & night  
And after as it was thy will  
Thy noun son thou sent us till  
In a maiden to light  
Sith the jews that were wild  
Hanged him that was so mild  
And to death him dight  
When he was deed the sooth to say  
To life he rose on the third day  
Thorughe his own might  
Then to hell he went anon  
And took out souls many one  
Out of that hold he hent  
Maugre the fiends that were bold  
He took the prisoners out of hold  
With them to heaven he went  
On his faders right hand he him set  
That all should know withouten let  
That he was omnypotente  
And after wisdom he was sent  
That all should keep his commaundemen  
And for to believe in him very  
That is our saviour  
That borne was of that blessed flower  
That height Mary I say  
That shall us dame withouten miss  
Some to pain and some to bliss  
It dread full domes day  
The lady commanded anon soon  
That the gates were undone  
And bring them all before me  
For well at ease shall they be  
They took their page's horse and all  
These two men went in to the hall  
Ipomydon on knees him set  
And the lady fair he great  
I am a man of strange country  
And pray you if it your will be  
That I might dwell with you this year  
Of your nurture for to lere  
I am come out of far land  
For I heard tell before hand  
Of your nurture and your service  
Is holden of so great emprise  
I pray you that I may dwell here  
Some of your service for to lere  
The lady beheld Ipomydan  
And seemed well a gentle man  
She knew none such in all her land  
So goodly a man and well farande  
She saw also by his nurture  
He was a man of great valour  
She cast full soon in her thought  
That for no service came he nought  
But it was worship her unto  
In her service him to do  
To ●●yne and joy for aye  
Now Ihesu as thou bought us dear  
give them joy this gest will here  
And hearken on a right  
Some men loveth to here tell  
Of doughty knights that were fell  
And some of ladies bright  
And some miracles that are told  
And some of venturous knights old  
That for our lord died fight  
As cheerless died that noble king  
That heathen down died bring  
through the help of god almighty  
He wan fro the heathen hounds  
The spear and nails of Christ's wounds  
And also the crown of thorn  
And many a rich relic more  
Maugre of them he wan also  
And killed them even and morn  
The turks and the paynims bold  
He felled down many a fold  
Durst none stand him before  
Charles 'gan them so affray  
That the catyves might curse the day  
And the time that they were borne