Mutilator
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This poem is anonymous and sometimes attributed to Chaucer, if I'm not mistaken.
Leve, lystynes to me
Two wordys or thre,
And herkenes to my songe;
And I schall tell yow a tale,
Howe ten wyffys satt at the nale,
And no man hem amonge.
Friends, listen to me
Two words or three,
And harken to my song;
And I shall tell you a tale,
How ten wives sat at the pale,
And no man was them among.
...
And I schall nowe begyn att myne:
I knowe the mett well and fyne,
The lenghte of a snayle,
And ever be warse is from day to day.
To grete God ever I pray
To gyve hym evyle hayle.
And I shall now begin with mine:
I know the span well and fine,
The length of a snail,
And ever worse he's from day to day.
To great God ever I pray
To storm him with evil hail.
Leve, lystynes to me
Two wordys or thre,
And herkenes to my songe;
And I schall tell yow a tale,
Howe ten wyffys satt at the nale,
And no man hem amonge.
Friends, listen to me
Two words or three,
And harken to my song;
And I shall tell you a tale,
How ten wives sat at the pale,
And no man was them among.
...
And I schall nowe begyn att myne:
I knowe the mett well and fyne,
The lenghte of a snayle,
And ever be warse is from day to day.
To grete God ever I pray
To gyve hym evyle hayle.
And I shall now begin with mine:
I know the span well and fine,
The length of a snail,
And ever worse he's from day to day.
To great God ever I pray
To storm him with evil hail.





