• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

day ek hise hennys alle And with a chuk he gan hē for to calle For he hadde foūdȳ a corn lay in the ȝerd Royal he was he nas no moore a feryd He feterede pertelote twenty tyme And

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

wangis in hese hed And þerfore is I come ek aleyn To grynde oure corn carie it hō a geyn I prey ȝow spede vs heue as ȝe may It schal be don Ï symkyn be myn fay What wel

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

a ȝen , no word he seyde But doth his note with þe clerkis pleyede Til þt here corn was wel fayre groūde And whan þe mele is salkyd I boūde This Iohn goth out fynt his hors away And

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

þat her corn was fair and wel I grounde And whan þe mele was sakked and I bounde , This Iohn goþ out and fynt his hors a way And gan to crye harrow and weylaway Oure hors is lost

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

eek his hennes alle With a chuk . he gan hem for to calle , For he had found a corn lay in þe ȝerd Real he was he was nomore aferd He fetherid pertelote . twenty tyme And trad

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

fourneys He was a Iangeler and a Galiardeys And that was moste of synne and harlotryes Wel couthe he stele corn and tolle it thries And yit he had a thombe of gold pardee A white coote and a bluwe

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

wif for al the world is lorn Religioun hath taken vp al the corn Of tredyng and we borel men been shrympes Of feble trees ther comen wykked ympes This maketh that our heires beth so sclendre And feble that

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

make . Me list not of the chaf or of the stree Maken so longe a tale as of the corn What shold I tellen of the royaltee At mariages or which cours gooth biforn Who bloweth in the trumpe

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

waast also Of catel and of corn and forther mo It is repref and contrarie of honour For to be holden a comun hazardour And euer the hier he is of estate The more he is y holden desolate If

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

this world ther nys no creature That ete or drunke hath of this confiture Nat but the Mountaunce of a corn of whete That he ne shal anon his lif forlete Ye sterue he shal and that in lasse while

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

Aleyn Allas quod Iohn the day that I was born Now ar we dryuen til hethyng and til scoorn Our corn is stoln men wil vs foles calle Both our wardeyn and our felawes alle And namely the miller weylawey

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

says thus That gif a man in a point be agreued That in a nother he shal be releued Our corn is stolen sothely it is no nay And we han had an ille fit this day And syn I

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

staf I tukked hye In euery hous he gan to poure and prye And beggeth mele and chese or elles corn His felaw had a staf tipped wyth an horn A peyre of tables al of yuory And a poyntel

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

fourneys He was a Iangler and a goliardeys And þat was most of synne and harlotries Wel couþe he stele corn and tolle þries And ȝit he hadde a þombe of gold parde A whit cote and a blew hood

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

makeþ þat oure wyfes wol assay And feble þat þay may not wel engendre Religioū haþ take vp al þe corn Of tredyng and we borell men ben schrimpes Of feeble trees þer comeþ wrecched ympes This makeþ þat oure

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

trompe or in an horn Of mariage or which cours goþ biforn Make so long a tale as of þe corn What schulde I tellen of þe realte Me list nouȝt of þe chaf ne of þe stre So strange

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

and þat in lasse while , þat he ne schal his lyf anon forlete Nought but þe mountaunce of a corn of whete þat eten or drunken haþ of þis confecture In al þis world þer nys no creature A

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

name was hoote deynous Symkyn And þat a sleigh and vsaunt for to stele A þeef he was forsoþe of corn and mele But if he swor he scholde anon abegge Ther was no wight þat dorst hand on him

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

stal boþe mele and corn Men wenden wisly þat he schulde dye Syk lay þe manciple on a maladie And on a day it happeþ in a stounde þere was here whete and eek here malt y grounde Men clepeþ

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

Iohran as he goþ by þe wey And namely þe meller weylawey Boþe þe wardein and oure felawes alle Oure corn is stole men wil vs fooles calle Now ere we dryuen til hething and til scorn Allas qd Iohn