¶ Þe Danismen busked hem ȝare
Into batayle for to fare:
To fiȝt þai war wel fawe.
& Gij was armed swiþe wel
In a gode hauberk of stiel
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Wrouȝt of þe best lawe.
An helme he hadde of michel miȝt
With a ce[r]cle of gold, þat schon briȝt,
Wiþ precious stones on rawe.
In þe frunt stode a char-bukel ston:
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As briȝt as ani sonne it schon
Þat glemes vnder schawe.
¶ On þat helme stode a flour:
Wrouȝt it was of diuers colour;
Mirie it was to b[i]hold.
Trust & trewe was his ventayle,
Gloues, & gambisoun, & hosen of mayle
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As gode kniȝt haue scholde.
Girt he was wiþ a gode brond
Wele kerueand, bi-forn his hond
A targe listed wiþ gold,
Portreyd wiþ þre kinges corn,
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Þat present god when he was born:
Mirier was non on mold.
¶ & a swift ernand stede
Al wrin þai dede him lede:
His tire it was ful gay.
