S04E09
Insta-Fails: Four Middle English Lyrics and Four Breweries
Season 04 - Episode 09
A very special stunt episode where Matt and David read unseen (by them, but no doubt Furnivall has read them all) and give their gut reactions / hot takes, as they peregrinate through breweries in Port Moody. Chaos, 80s music, and revelry ensue.
P.S. Here’s that fourth lyric Matt and David promised to post "on the website.” Enjoy!
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(Southeast?; irregular meter; 14th c.?)
I.
Ich habbe a brid þat wandreth nat
Bi cause her loue y-fallen ys on me.
And þys know I for certyn.
But still I aske, dremen she of straunge swinke?
Ȝet nat to see me lyk a mote þurȝ munster dor?
Þou shuld’st felen alle þat is to fel.
Tendre conscience, wilt þou be myn deeth?
Ich Þank myn moder & myn fader,
Which þat putteth ii togeþere
By cause þat we know hit nat.
Lully lullay, lully lullay.
II.
Þinkest þat þow habbe hit?
Þinkest thou?
But no, þou has’t onlee til hit be noȝt.
Ich joine with her, and she wyþ me,
But can we swinke straungé iff owr hertȝ been wroȝt?
If troth be noȝt for euer,
What makeþ loue th’exepcioun?
Here, hapynesse ys fleetyng.
Here, loue beeth vncerteyn.
(But O, þou listneth nat; desireth bot to daunce.)
Lully lullay, lully lullay.
III.
Desyr Ich nat to knowe yowr pater;
Ich onle wolde drynke yowr water.
Desyr Ich nat to knowe yowr damé;
Yowr bel-chose alwey wold Ich rammé.
Honest Y am.
What beeth colder þanne þe colde?
Þe colde of yse, bi siȝt!
What maketh me to shake on molde?
Hit ys my bridde bryȝt!
Now wolt ȝe shake? O, shak ȝe,
Shak now lyk a polaroide pycture.
Lully lullay, lully lullay.
