Amy swete husbond, wolde ye telle to me
What tre is yon standynge upon yon hylle?

Joseph. Forsothe, Mary, it is clepyd a chery tre,
In time of yer ye myght fede you y on yo fylle.

Maria. Turne ageyn husbond and beholde yon tre,
How y' blomyght now so swetely.

Joseph. Cum on, Mary yt we worn at yon cyte,
Or ellys we may be blamyd 1 telle yow lythly.

Maria. Now my spouse, I pray you to be hold
How ye cheryes growyn upon yon tre,
For to have y of ryght fayn I wold,
& it plesyd yow to labor so mech for me.

Joseph. Yor desyr to fulfylle I shal assay sekyrly,
Ow to plucke you of these cheries it is a werk wylde,
For ye tre is so hyg it wold not be lyghtly,
Jy for lete hy pink yon cheryes be gatt you w' childe.

Maria. Now good Lord I pray the, graunt me yis boun,
To have of yese cheries, and it be yor wylle,
Now I thank it God, yis tre bowyth to me down. 
I may now gadery anowe & eten my fylle.

Joseph. Ow, I know weyl I have offended my God I trinyte,
Spekeyng to my spowse these unkynde wurdys,
For now I believe wel it may now other be
But y' my spowse beryght ye kyngs son of blys, &c.