Allas quod Iohn Aleyn for Cristes peyne Lay doun thy swerd and I wol myn alswa I is ful wight god waat as is a ra By god hert he sal nat scape vs bathe Why ne had thow pit the capil in the lathe Ilhail by god Alayn thow is a fonne This sely clerkes haan ful faste yronne Toward the fen bothe Alayn and eek Iohn And whan the Millere seigh that they were gon He half a busshel of hir flour hath take And bad his wyf go knede it in a cake He seyde I trowe the clerkes were aferd Yet kan a Millere maken a clerkes berd For al his art ye lat hem goon hir weye Lo wher he gooth ye lat the children pleye They gete hym noght so lightly by my croun Thise sely clerkes rennen vp and doun With keep keep stand stand Iossa warderere Ga whistle thow and I sal kepe hym heere But shortly til that it was verray nyght They koude noght thogh they dide al hir myght Hir capyl cacche he ran alwey so faste Til in a dych they caughte hym at the laste Wery and weet as beest is in the reyn Comth sely Iohn and with hym comth Aleyn Allas quod Iohn the day that I was born Now ar we dryuen til hethyng and til scorn Oure corn is stole men wil vs foolis calle Bothe the wardeyn and oure felawes alle