Nonsense

The cricket and the greshope wenten hem to fight,
With helme and haburjone all redy dight;
The flee bare the baner as a doughty knight;
The cherubud trumped with all his might.

The hare sete upon the hill and chappind her shone,
And swere by the knappes which were ther-upon
That she would not rise ne gon
Till she see twenty houndes and a won.

The milner sete upon the hill,
And all the hennes of the town drew him till.
The milner said: " Shew, henne, shew!
I may not shake my bagge for you."
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