"Toward the mill, the bay nag in his hand, The miller sitting by the fire they found."
"And on she went, till she the cradle found, While through the dark still groping with her hand."
These to our ears, are not happy modernizations of Chaucer.
Here come a few more Cockneyisms.
"Alas! our warden's palfrey it is gone. Allen at once forgot both meal and corn."
"Allen stole back, and thought ere that it dawn, I will creep in by John that lieth forlorn."
"For, from the town Arviragus was gone, But to herself she spoke thus, all forlorn."
"Aurelius, thinking of his substance gone, Curseth the time that ever he was born."
"An arm-brace wore he that was rich and broad, And by his side a buckler and a sword."