The Harleian ms. 7334 of Chaucer's Canterbury tales. Ed. by Frederick J. Furnivall.

                                
                                  Behynde þe mylle vnder a leuesel
                                
                                  And to þe hors he goþ him faire and wel
                                
                                  He strepeth of þe bridel right anoon
                                
                                  And whan þe hors was loos he gan to goon
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                                  Toward þe fen þere wilde mares renne
                                
                                  For wiþ wihe / þurgh þikke and eek þurgh þenne
                                
                                  This meller goth agayn and no word seyde
                                
                                  But doth his note and wiþ þe clerkes pleyde /
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                                  Til þat her corn was fair and wel I-grounde [folio 54b] 
                                
                                  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
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                                  Oure hors is lost aleyn for goddes banes
                                
                                  Step on þy feet cum on man al at anes
                                
                                  Aleyn ȝour wardeyn haþ his parfray lorn
                                
                                  This aleyn al forgeteþ mele and corn
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                                  Al was out of his mynd his housbondrye
                                
                                  what wikked way is he gan gan he crye
                                
                                  The wyf cam lepyng inward wiþ a ren
                                
                                  Sche seyde allas ȝour hors goþ to þe fen
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                                  wiþ wylde mares as fast as he may go /
                                
                                  vnþank come on his heed þat band him so /
                                
                                  And he þat bettir schuld han knyt þe Reyne
                                
                                  Allas quod Iohan aleyn / for cristes peyne
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                                  Leg doun þi swerd and I sal myn alswa /
                                
                                  I is ful wight god wat as is a Ra
                                
                                  By goddes hart/ he sal nat scape vs bathe
                                
                                  why nad þou put þe capil in þe lathe
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                                  Ilhail aleyn by god þou is a fon
                                
                                  This sely clerkes speeden hem anoon
                                
                                  Toward þe fen boþe aleyn and eek Ion
                                
                                  And whan þe myller sawh þat þey were gon
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                                  he half a busshel of þe flour haþ take
                                
                                  And bad his wyf go knede it in a cake
                                
                                  he seyde I trowe þe clerkes ben a ferd
                                
                                  Ȝet can a Miller make a clerkes berd

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Title: The Harleian ms. 7334 of Chaucer's Canterbury tales. Ed. by Frederick J. Furnivall.
Author: Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400.
Canvas: Page 117
Publication: London,: Pub. for the Chaucer society by N. Trübner & co.,; 1885.

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