Classic Poem

A, dere God, what I am fayn,
For I am madyn now gane!

This enther day I mete a clerke,
And he was wily in his werke;
He prayd me with him to herke,
And his counsel all for to layne.

I trow he coud of gramery;
I shall now telle a good skill why:
For what I hade siccurly,
To warne his will had I no mayn.

Whan he and me brout un us the schete,
Of all his will I him lete;
Now will not my girdil met—
A, dere God, what shall I sayn?

I shall sey to man and page
That I have bene of pilgrimage.
Now will I not lete for no rage
With me a clerk for to pleyn.