From her childhood I find that she fled  
Office of woman and to wooed she went  
And many a wild hearts blood she shed  
With arowiss brood that she to hem sent  
She was so swift that she anon hem hent  
And when that she was elder she would kill  
Liouns liberdis and hem alto rent  
And in her arms weld 'em at her will  
She durst wild bestis dens seek  
And run in the mounteyn all the night  
And sleep under a●ussh and she coude eke  
See how he nappeth see for ●okkis bones  
How he will fasse from his horse attonies  
Is that a ●ook of london with mischance  
Do hom comfort he knoweth his penance  
For he shall tell a tale h●●●●ey  
All though it be not worth a bottle hay  
●●●ke thou cook qd he god give the sorrow  
〈…〉 ●…lith the to sleep be the morrow  
〈…〉 ●●●d fleen at night or art thou drunk  
〈…〉 ●…al night with some quenc y swonke  
〈…〉 ●ist not hold up the 〈◊〉  
〈…〉 ●…s full paal & 〈…〉