Whan
that May with his sonne sa bryght
Whan
that May with his sonne sa bryght
Maketh
ye earth warm and setteth alle to ryght
Then
shal lytel byrdies mak melodye
And
giveth preyse to him wha sitteth on hie.
Then
cometh tymme wi langre dais
And
man to womman turnes hys gais
Wi
amorous thochtes of futur blyss
Yf
onlie she wad chuseth to be hys.
Quod
he, I love thee marvellyss welle
be
my guidwyf and with mee dwelle.
I am
but a sympell churl, tis treue
but
seeeth eternitee in a lyf with you.
Now womman thinketh to be wyse
Picketh
a mate with lovynge eeyes
And
thee shal everr blesst be
By
loveth hym as he loveth thee.
Based on The Canterbury Tales prologue*, I’m hopynge that this explains itself, and does not seem like a mock of the great parent of our world-encompassing language.
With a little effort (and a modern
font) Chaucer’s Middle English comes alive and reads quite easily. It is great
fun all round having children read it out and they can, using rhyming couplets
(as above), reproduce their own homage. The vocabulary and spelling has to be
supported, of course, but the only tricky bit is getting the first line. After
that’s done, it more or less writes itself for the first couple of verses. And then you've done it; your primary pupils have written in Middle English! We did it recently for April (hence the prologue reference) to meikle delyghte and som pryde tae.
After such a lesson, there's only one direction; onwards and backwards to Beowulf! Kids love this, Beowulf slays Mylie, Nikki, Ariana and all the other swamp-owned succubi.
*
Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote
When April with its sweet-smelling showersThe droghte of March hath perced to the roote,
Has pierced the drought of March to the root,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour
And bathed every vein (of the plants) in such liquid
Of which vertu engenderéd is the flour;
By the power of which the flower is created
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