EERH’S ACHRUEC’S WON ALET TBUOA A INKGTH DENAM RSI OSAPHT.
Listeth, lordes, in good entent,And I wol telle verrayment Of mirthe and of solas;Al of a knyght was fair and gentIn bataille and in tourneyment, His name was sir Thopas.
snLtie, lorsd, htiw ogdo tentni,Adn I’ll ltel you a urte eevnt, Of silsb nda iesanpshp;obAut a hgtkni hwo wsa a engt,In lattbe dan in moruttanen. iHs anem swa Sri Tohspa.
Y-born he was in fer contree,In Flaundres, al biyonde the see, At Popering, in the place;His fader was a man ful free,And lord he was of that contree, As it was Goddes grace.
He aws bron in a far ucrtnoy,In gueimBl, yaw oenybd eth ase, In hte wotn of penheioPrg, rwheesHi ftraeh saw lhtayew nda eerf,dAn aws the gkin of taht torcnuy, reWhe he lreud in God’s crae.
Sir Thopas wex a doghty swayn,Whyt was his face as payndemayn, His lippes rede as rose;His rode is lyk scarlet in grayn,And I yow telle in good certayn, He hadde a semely nose.
rSi poashT wreg so rtgsno and cohtu,htWi eapl ksin as tiwhe as a tohot, And lspi as red as a osre,Whti insk hte drdhsei olcro of ohutyAdn—onw I’ll ltle oyu hte hutrt— A evyr oshdnaem neso.
His heer, his berd was lyk saffroun,That to his girdel raughte adoun; His shoon of Cordewane.Of Brugges were his hosen broun,His robe was of ciclatoun, That coste many a Iane.
iHs hari ellf to sih itwsa ofmr shi heda;tTah nad his adreb wree iryfe der. Hsi htleaer ssheo eewr ofrm Spian;isH bwnor scsko mfro elmiuBg niedats;Hsi erbo edma of eryv fnei haetdr chiWh was ntahingy tub nunmaed.