Hys sorow he gan stynt.
He made hys wyfe be-for hym gon
And hy[s]chylder euerychon;
Hym-selue a-lone he wente
Yn-to a garthyn þer be-syde.
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He knelyd a-don in þat tyde
And prayd to god verament.
He thankyd god with all hys hert
Of all desesyd in pouerte
That euer to hym he sente.
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As he knelyd onne hys kne
Vnder-neth a chery tre,
Makying hys praere,
He rawȝht a bowȝe in hys hond,
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To ryse þer-by and vp-stond;
No lenger knelyd he þer.
When þe bowȝhe was in hys hond,
Gren leuys þer-on he fond
And ronde beryes in fere.
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He seyd: "Dere god in trinyte,
What maner beryes may þis be,
That grow þis tyme of ȝere?"
"Y haue not se þis tyme of ȝere,
That treys any fruyt schuld bere,
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Als ferre as I haue sought."
He thouȝt to tayst it, yff he couthe;
