I pray thee speik to me.
“The lead is wondrous heavy, mither,
The well is wondrous deip,
A keen pen-knife sticks in my hert,
A word I donnae speik.
“Gae hame, gae hame, my mither deir,
Fetch me my windling sheet,
And at the back o’ Mirry-land toune
Its thair we twa sall meet.”
Chaucer, in the last stanza of his Prioress’s Tale, has the following three lines, which are probably the conclusion of the above:—.