Chaucerian

He cleppt his pa with handdes tytte
‘Gis’t me yon cashe suchhe as you might
When reaper grimm rappe-knockes your doore.’
And then he lettes out – oh – such a roarre
Thatte father munnie-bagge he dropps,                         5
And son doth snatch it, smaques hiss choppes,
And leefes rigghtte soone; to towne doth goe
Two dissippatte, to spende, to blowe
To drinke hiss fil and merrie makke
Withh boiz und gerruls and lardie kayque.                  10

Fromm feestynge-quaffe and jolitee’in
Fine quik hiss fundes dou-indall they be-en
(Ande gayminge rood with luk undonne)
Nowe revelles stemmedde fore iveri-onne.
A pestelens doth sweepe yon lande                                15
Counte alle youre bones! A farmyng hande
Is alle that he – who dansed hiss jigs –
Hass pitchede upp feedinge dertee pigs.

He seieze thire pods and mayques a wishe
But cann’tt fays upp two suche rubbishe!                     20
‘Tosh, tosh,’ quod he, his senses brytte
‘Eye coulde bee eatinge mondaye nite
If two my fathers’s home I gan
Bye foot and walkinge, pale and wann
Yet hed ful bao and soule erbayse                                   25
To aske of himm emploimennt grays.’

Of trottes him steppes from porsynne trroughh.
Yette whyle him steel an longg wei offe
His fathere spys loste son who’se his   
Annruns to greete himm with an quiss                          30
‘Looke sharpe,’ he quod, ‘much quickkely bryngge
A coate, two shooes, my sygnette ring!’

An revellrie upon yon feeled
Beganne; the carlve of fatt was kild
And pepl joint in fyne giggle                                             35
To welcom home thess prodigal.
‘My boi wass lost, but nough is found;
His bodies’ warm, above yon grownd!
A partiye swinge on dansinfloore,
With trumpette sownde byem boo shoore.                    40
Moor tally tee hes sowle dyd taik –
Henough rea ternnes – let’s merie mayke!’