This poorë widow waited all that night After her little child, but he came not; For which, as soon as it was dayë’s light, With facë pale, in dread and busy thought, She hath at school and ellëswhere him sought, Till finally she gan so far espy, That he was last seen in the Jewerý.

With mother’s pity in her breast enclosed, She went, as she were half out of her mind, To every placë, where she hath supposed By likelihood her little child to find: And ever on Christ’s mother meek and kind She cried, and at the lastë thus she wrought, Among the cursed Jewës she him sought.