Tidinges I bring you, for to tell
What me in wild forest befell,
Whan me must with a wild best mell —
With a bor so brime.
A bore so brime that me pursued,
Me for to kill sor sharply ameved,
That brimly best so cruel and unrid,
Ther tamed I him,
And reft fro him both lith and lime.

Truly to shew you that is trew,
His hed with my swerd I hew,
To mak this day to you mirth new.
Now etes therof anon.
Etes on, much good do it you!
Take you bred and musterd therto;
Joy with me that I have thus done;
I pray you to be glad everichon,
And joy all in one.