Uppluck

And you, sweet flow'rs that in this garden grow...Yourselves uppluck'd would to his funeral hie.

The gates of the toun hath he upplight, and on his bak ycaried them hath he, [...]

For to the seated hills they flew, Which loos'ning to and fro, Quickly upplucked by the roots And on their en'mys throw, [...]

The tree of justice, plant thou: the root of ill-wishers, up-pluck.