I have a gentle cock.

Marvellous title for a 15th Century poem/lyric.

I had no idea anyone would be so enamoured of a farmyard fowl.

I Have a Gentle Cock

I have a gentle cock,
Croweth me day;
He doth me rysyn early,
My matyins for to say.

I have a gentle cock,
Common he is of great;
His comb is of reed coral,
His tail is of jet.

I have a gentle cock,
Common he is of kind;
His comb is of red coral,
His tail is of inde.

His legges ben of azure,
So gentle and so small;
His spores are of silver quite,
Into the wortewale.

His eyen are of crystal,
Lokyn all in amber;
And every night he percheth him
In my lady’s chamber.

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