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

                                
                                     [6-text p 584] 
                                  
                                  Bihild her werk and sayde neuer a word
                                
                                  And whan þat hom was come phebus þe lord
                                
                                  This Crowe song. Cuckow. Cockow. Cuckow
                                
                                  what bird quod phebus what song syngistow
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                                  Ne were þou wont so merily to synge
                                
                                  That to myn hert it was a reioysynge
                                
                                  To here þi vois. allas what song is þis
                                
                                  By god quod he I synge not amys
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                                  Phebus quod he for al þy worþynes
                                
                                  For al þy beaute and þy gentiles
                                
                                  For alle þy songes and þy menstralcie /
                                
                                  For al þy waytyng blered is þin ye /
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                                  with oon of litel reputacioun
                                
                                  Nought worth to þe as in comparisoun
                                
                                  The mountauns of a gnat so mot I þriue
                                
                                  For on þy bed þy wif I saugh him swyue
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                                  what wol ȝe more þe crowe anoon him tolde /
                                
                                  By sadde toknes and by wordes bolde
                                
                                  how þat his wyf had doon hir leccherie
                                
                                  him to gret schame and to gret vilonye
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                                  And told him oft/ he saugh it wiþ his yen
                                
                                  This phebus gan awayward for to wryen
                                
                                  him þought his sorwful herte brast on tuo
                                
                                  his bowe he bent and sett þer-In a flo
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                                  And in his ire he haþ his wif I-slayn
                                
                                  þis is þeffect þer is no more to sayn
                                
                                  For sorw of which he brak his menstralcye
                                
                                  Boþe harp. gitern. and sauterie
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                                  And eek he brak his arwes and his bowe
                                
                                  And after þat þus spak he to þe crowe
                                
                                  Traytour quod he wiþ tunge of scorpioun
                                
                                  Thow hast me brought to my confusioun [folio 250a] 
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                                  Allas þat I was born why nere I deed
                                
                                  O dere wyf O gemme of lustyhed
                                
                                  That were to me so sad and eek so trewe
                                
                                  Now list þou deed with face pale of hewe

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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 586
Publication: London,: Pub. for the Chaucer society by N. Trübner & co.,; 1885.

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