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I have a gentil cok,
  
I have a gentil cok,
 
 
crowëth me the day;
 
crowëth me the day;
He doth me risen erly,
 
my matins for to say.
 
  
I have a gentil cok,
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He doth me risen erly, my matins for to say.
comen he is of gret;
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His comb is of red corel,
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I have a gentil cok, comen he is of gret; His comb is of red corel, his tayil is of jet.  
his tayil is of jet.
 
  
I have a gentil cok,
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I have a gentil cok, comen he is of kinde; His comb is red corel, his tayil is of inde.  
comen he is of kinde;
 
His comb is red corel,
 
his tayil is of inde.
 
  
His leggës ben of asur,
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His leggës ben of asur, so gentil and so smale; His spurës arn of sylver white into the wortëwale.  
so gentil and so smale;
 
His spurës arn of sylver white
 
into the wortëwale.
 
  
His eyen arn of cristal,
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His eyen arn of cristal, loken al in aumber; And every night he perchëth him in myn ladies chaumber.  
loken al in aumber;
 
And every night he perchëth him
 
in myn ladies chaumber.
 
  
''Medieval English Lyrics 1200-1400'', ed. Thomas G. Duncan (Harmonsdworth: Penguin Books, 1995),  
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''Medieval English Lyrics 1200-1400'', ed. Thomas G. Duncan (Harmonsdworth: Penguin Books, 1995), 168-169.
168-169.
 

Revision as of 18:08, 22 May 2012

Lyric from MS. London BL Sloane 2593

I have a gentil cok,

crowëth me the day;

He doth me risen erly, my matins for to say.

I have a gentil cok, comen he is of gret; His comb is of red corel, his tayil is of jet.

I have a gentil cok, comen he is of kinde; His comb is red corel, his tayil is of inde.

His leggës ben of asur, so gentil and so smale; His spurës arn of sylver white into the wortëwale.

His eyen arn of cristal, loken al in aumber; And every night he perchëth him in myn ladies chaumber.

Medieval English Lyrics 1200-1400, ed. Thomas G. Duncan (Harmonsdworth: Penguin Books, 1995), 168-169.