Translation_TheShipman_eknight

//388:// A shipman was ther, wonynge fer by weste; //389:// For aught I woot, he was of dertemouthe. //390:// He rood upon a rounce, as he kouthe, //391:// In a gowne of faldyng to the knee. //392:// A daggere hangynge on a laas hadde he //393:// Aboute his nekke, under his arm adoun. //394:// The hoote somer hadde maad his hewe al broun; //395:// And certeinly he was a good felawe. //396:// Ful many a draughte of wyn had he ydrawe //397:// Fro burdeux-ward, whil that the chapmen sleep. //398:// Of nyce conscience took he no keep. //399:// If that he faught, and hadde the hyer hond, //400:// By water he sente hem hoom to every lond. //401:// But of his craft to rekene wel his tydes, //402:// His stremes, and his daungers hym bisides, //403:// His herberwe, and his moone, his lodemenage, //404:// Ther nas noon swich from hulle to cartage. //405:// Hardy he was and wys to undertake; //406:// With many a tempest hadde his berd been shake. //407:// He knew alle the havenes, as they were, //408:// Fro gootlond to the cape of fynystere, //409:// And every cryke in britaigne and in spayne. //410:// His barge ycleped was the maudelayne.
 * The Shipman**
 * The Shipman was there, on a voyage toward the west**
 * For all I know, he was of Dartmouthe.**
 * He rode on a carriage, like he is knew**
 * Wearing a gown of rough cloth to the knee**
 * A dagger hung from a cord** **that he had**
 * Around his neck, and under his arm**
 * The hot summer heat had made his appearance brown.**
 * And he was certainly a good fellow**
 * Many nights he had stolen wine**
 * Of Bordeaux vineyard, while the captain slept.**
 * He never had a clean conscience**.
 * He fought that, and had the upper hand**,
 * By water, he travelled home from every land.**
 * But of his crafts, he reckoned well his tides,**
 * His streams, and his dangers near the waterside**
 * His harbour, and his moon, his navigational skill**
 * There was none from Hulle to Carthage.**
 * He was hardy in his ways to undertake**
 * Many a tempest had shaken his beard.**
 * He knew all the Heavens, as they were,**
 * From Gootland to the Cape of Fynystere,**
 * And every creek from Britian to Spain**
 * His ship was christened Maudelayne.

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