(other verses)
My Lady will to Uppingham,
To Uppingham, forsooth, will she,
And I myself appointed for to be the man
To wait on my Lady.

My hounds shall be led in the line.
So well can I assure it thee;
Unless by view of strain some pursue I may find,
To please my sweet Lady.

Adieu, good Wilkin, all beshrewed,
Thy hunting nothing pleases me,
But yet beware thy babbling hounds stray not abroad,
For ang'ring thy Lady.

With that, the Lady, she came in,
And willed them all for to agree;
For honest hunting ne'er was so accounted sin,
Nor never shall for me.

(from miriam berg's collection of rounds)