I have a gentil cok

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.