And if the words get muddled in my tale,
Just put it down to too much Southwark ale.
Our Miller is drunk! But not too drunk to tell
a most hilarious tale against his great rival,
the Reeve, himself a carpenter by trade.
And what a tale . . of an old carpenter
and his lovely young wife,
Alison. But the wife prefers
their lodger, yet to have her
wicked way with him she must
get rid of another - the wailing one!
This other lad, a love-sick choirboy,
is persuaded to accept a kiss,
but only if he promises to
keep his eyes tightly closed.
The rest, as they say, is history!
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