With Wordes He Al-weyes Hathe a Skylfulle Way
Biholde, for nou bifore yow shineth lyght
A mon of soch wyt oonly one canne be
He weorkes hardeliche in bothe dai and nyght
To strengen welle the pathe of chyvalrie
Al noble gentils stande wit pryde and sey
With wordes he al-weyes hathe a skylfulle way.
Hearke un-to him, with wordes and dedes of myghte.
Yete neuer wil he shirke humilitye
Of nai importe the rason for the fyte
In al-weyes he will stryve for victorye
And battel to defete al velanye
The little cheldren knawe a thing parfay
With wordes he al-weyes hathe a skylfulle way.
Yete wisdom is the thinge he kepes in syte
So manye peres knawe his godely dewtee
And eure is he stryvyn to endyte
The truthe to make it clere for al to se
The woreld is betere for his maistrie
Now wil he syt in vygil on this dai
With wordes he al-weyes hathe a skylfulle way.
Behold, for now before you shines a light
A man of such wit; only one can be.
He bravely works throughout the day and night
To strengthen well the path of chivalry.
All noble gentles stand with pride and say
With words he always has a skillful way.
Listen to him, with words and deeds of might.
Yet never does he shirke humility
Of no import the reason for the fight;
In every way he strives for victory
And battles to defeat all villany.
The little children know a thing by faith;
With words he always has a skillful way.
Yet wisdom is a thing he keeps in sight
So many peers know his great duty.
And ever is he striving for to write
The truth to make it clear for all to see.
The world is better for his mastery.
Now he will sit in vigil on this day
With words he always has a skillful way.