From her childhood J fynde that she fled
Office of womman and to wode she went
And many a wilde hertis blood she shed
With arowis brood that she to hem sent
She was so swist that she anon hem hent
And whanne that she was elder she wold kylle
Liouns liberdis and hem alto rent
And in her armys welde hem at her wille
She durste wilde bestis dennys seke
And renne in the mounteyn̄ al the nyght
And slepe vnder a [...]ussh and she coude eke
Se how he nappeth se for [...]okkis bonys
How he wol fasse from his hors attonys
Js that a [...]ook of london with myschaunce
Do hom comfort he knoweth his penaunce
For he shal telle a tale h [...] [...]ey
Al though it be not worth a botel hey
[...]ke thou cook qd he god yeue the sorow
[...] [...]lith the to slepe be the morow
[...] [...]d fleen at night or art thou dronk
[...] [...]al night with som quenc y [...]wonke
[...] [...]ist not holde vp the [...]
[...] [...]s ful paal & [...]

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