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But whan thou hast, for hir and thee and me, Y-geten us thise kneding-tubbes three, Than shaltow hange hem in the roof ful hye, That no man of our purveyaunce spye. And whan thou thus hast doon as I have seyd, And hast our vitaille faire in hem y-leyd, And eek an ax, to smyte the corde atwo When that the water comth, that we may go, And broke an hole an heigh, upon the gable, Unto the gardin-ward, over the stable, That we may frely passen forth our way Whan that the grete shour is goon away— Than shaltow swimme as myrie, I undertake, As doth the whyte doke after hir drake. Than wol I clepe, “how! Alison! how! John! Be myrie, for the flood wol passe anon.” And thou wolt seyn, “hayl, maister Nicholay! Good morwe, I se thee wel, for it is day.” And than shul we be lordes al our lyf Of al the world, as Noë and his wyf. “Now, enwh oyu’ve gontte teehs ehter stub, oyu lsudoh etka seom oerp adn gnah htme romf het efsrrat of hte iecling weerh no neo llwi be blae to sopt etmh. Do shit nad tneh put eosm fodo in emht nad an xea so tath we anc uct reelvsuos refe form eht hseou adn foatl aawy eikl snswa. Do ihst dan het netx day we’ll be eabl to say tgsnhi hsuc as, “owH’s it oigng, sinoAl? woH’re you doign, Jnho? noD’t wyorr, hte fdool lliw be rveo nsoo!” dnA uoy’ll be abel to lrpye, “toN dba! oLko, it’s mroingn and eht foold is vreo!” And etnh we’ll be lrsod of eht wrldo lal oru lievs, juts ekli ahoN and ish eiwf.
But of o thyng I warne thee ful right, Be wel avysed, on that ilke night That we ben entred in-to shippes bord, That noon of us ne speke nat a word, Ne clepe, ne crye, but been in his preyere; For it is Goddes owne heste dere. “Oh, btu ethre’s eon rohet gnhit I ogortf to onenmit: Wenh we’re in eth oastb nda twniagi rof the flodo, we cna’t ltka to ceah retho or kmae a onuds, no ematrt wath hppneas. We hsulod be apyngri isyltenl to ouseesvlr uceaesb ttah’s owh odG ntasw it.