(The Prioress sings to the tune of the Old English Ballad, "Drink to Me Only With Thine Eyes.")
Oh! We are Chaucer's children here,
And well we love his name
We live in hearts that hold him dear,
Are nourished by his fame.
Oh, listen now, while thus we sing
Our songs of olden days,
When court and king and common folk
United, voiced his praise.
When I was once a little lasse