THE FYSSHERS AND MARYNARS
Noe in Archa et uxor eius, tres filii Noe cure uxoribus suis,
cum diversis animalibus.
NOYE¶Thou Lord that lives everlasting life,
I love thee ever with heart and hand,
That would me rule by reason rife
Six hundred years to live in land.
Three seemly sons, a worthy wife,
I have ever at my sound to stand.
But now my cares are keen as knife,
Because I know thy high command.
There come to each country,
Yea, cares both keen and cold.
For God has warned me,
This world wasted shall be,
And sure the sooth I see,
As forefathers have told.
My father Lamech who likes to name
Here in this world thus long did dwell,
Seven hundred years, seventy and seven
In such a space his time did tell.
He prayed to God with stable steven,
That he to him a son should send;
And at the last there came from heaven
Such promise that made much amend;
And made him grub and grave,
And ordained fast before;
For he a son should have,
After which he did crave
And as God did vouchsafe.
In world then was I born.