This crowe xal I sende out to seke sum playn,
Good tydynges to brynge, this massage I make.
Hic emittat corvum, et parum expectans iterum dicat,
This crowe on sum careyn is falle for to ete,
Therfore a newe masangere I wylle fforthe now sende;
ffly fforth, thou fayr dove, ovyr these waterys wete,
And aspye afftere sum dry lond, oure mornyng to amend.
Hic evolet columba; qua redeunte cum ramo viride olivæ,
Joye now may we make of myrth that that were frende,
A grett olyve bushe this dowe doth us brynge;
ffor joye of this tokyn ryght hertyly we tende
Our lord God to worchep, a songe let us synge.
Hic decantent hos versus.
Mare vidit et fugit,
Jordanis conversus est retrorsum.
Non nobis, Domine, non nobis,
Sed nomini tuo da gloriam.
Et sic recedant cum navi.
