Kyrie, so kyrie, Jankin singeth merye, With Aleison. As I went on Yol Day In oure prosession, Knew I joly Jankin By his mery ton, Kyrieleyson. Jankin began the offis On the Yol Day, And yit me thinketh it dos me good So merye gan he say, "Kyrieleyson'. Jankin red the Pistle Full faire and full well, And yit me thinketh it dos me good As evere have I sel, Kyrieleyson. Jankin at the Sanctus Craketh a merye note, And yit me thinketh it dos me good -- I payed for his cote, Kyrieleyson. Jankin craketh notes An hundered on a knot, And yit he hacketh hem smallere Than wortes to the pot, Kyrieleyson. Jankin at the Agnus Bereth the pax-brede: He twinkled but said nowt, And on my fot he trede, Kyrieleyson. Benedicamus Domino, Christ fro shame me shilde: Deo gracias, therto -- Alas! I go with childe, Kyrieleyson. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO RICHARD R. WRIGHT - INSTRUCTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WHEN I AM DEAD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MONADNOCK IN EARLY SPRING by AMY LOWELL THE SLAVE TRADE: VIEW FROM THE MIDDLE PASSAGE by CLARENCE MAJOR UNWANTED MEMORY by CLARENCE MAJOR WAITER IN A CALIFORNIA VIETNAMESE RESTURANT by CLARENCE MAJOR |