Date: Wed, 02 Jun 1993 09:16:11 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Juris G. Lidaka"
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To: dean@udel.edu
Subject: Re: Hood of Green

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Hood of Green

Sometimes Attributed to John Lydgate

An Antifeminist Lyric of the 15th Century

BL MS Harley 2255, ff. 153-56
line-initial caps. regularized
MS underlining retained (though spotty in MS)
MS punctuation retained where visible in LC microfilm
Cf. A Selection from the Minor Poems of Dan John Lydgate, ed. James Orchard Halliwell, Percy Society 2 (London: Percy Society, 1840), pp 199-205.

My fayr lady so fressh of hewe
Good thryft / come to your goodly face
Of colourys / like the noble newe
As bryght as bugyl / or ellys bolace
So weel were he / that myght purchace
At good leyser / with hire to been
Hire semly cors / for to enbrace
Whan she hath on hire hood of green

Ffor yif I shuld hire al discrye
Fro the heed / to the novyl / and so forth down
I trowe there is noon suych alyve
Ffor to begynne / at hire motle crown
The whyght flekkyd / with the brown
Shoorn as a sheep / with sherys keen
There is noon so fayr / in al our town
Whan she hath on hire hood of green
The kyrspe skyn / of hyr forheed
Is drawyn vp and on trustily bownde
Of colourys d ne yelewe pale and reed
And therwithal hire cheekys been rownde
A reynbowe hew / so fayr she is fownde
Ffor whan the s ne / shyneth sheen
Allas she gevith myn herte a wownde
Whan she hath on / hire hood of green
Here smothe browys / blake and fyn
Arn soft and tendir / for to fele
As been the bruskelys of a swyn
Here jowys / been rownde as purs or bele
That though hire herte were made of stele
And I ne myght hire nevir seen
Yit must I love hire evir wele
Whan she hath on / hire hood of green
Here greet shulderys / square and brood
Here breestys vp bere hire bely so large
Ffor vpon hire / is a greet carte lood
She is no bot / she is a barge
A stouht that no man may charge
Whoos boody may not suffysed been
And evir abrood / she beryth hire tarage
Vndir hire daggyd hood of green
This fair floure / of womanheed
Hath too pappys / al so small
Bolsteryd out / of lenghth and breed
Lyche a large / campyng ball
There is no bagpipe / halff so tall
Nor no cormyse / for sothe as I ween
Whan they been ful of wynde at alle
And she haue on hire hood of green
And forth to speke / of hire entraylle
Liche a cow / hire wombe is gert
Rympled / liche a n[un]nys veylle
And smothe berdyd / liche a gete
Hire teeth been whight as ony jete
And lych a seergecloth / hire nekke is clene
And for to kepe hire / froom the heete
She weryth a daggyd hood of grene
Hire skyn / is tendyr for to towche
As of an howndfyssh / or of an hake
Whoos tewhyng hath coost many a crowche
Hire pylche / souple for to make
Wheer ovir many an hed hath ake
In skorn / whan she lyth on the splene
And yit she shal hym clene out shake
Vndir hire daggid hood of grene
Hire buttokys / ar not lowe sunke
But brood / as is a spaynych stede
Ffor febylnesse / she is nat shrunke
Men may that se / thorugh out hire wede
Hire crowpe / doth the semys shrede
Whan they so streyght lasyd been
Now good thryfft / haue he for hys mede
That best can shakyn hire hood of green
Hire lemys not smal / but liche a spere
But jumbelyd / but lyke as is an olyvaunt
The greet clocher / vp for to bere
A belfrey / for the bodyfaunt
Or ellys for to pley at the
Or for an hasard / of heightene
So weel were he / that had a graunt
To towche hire daggyd hood of grene
This is the lady that I serve
That hath so many men on honde
Ffor of hire / can no man thank deserve
That trottyth on the drye londe
But on them / she wyl haue a bonde
As weel of bayard / as of brende
And yit for sorell / she wyl stonde
Though men hire daggyd hood wolde rende
In cherysshyng / of the yemanry
She hath weykyd many a bowe
But moost / she lovith specially
Hym that can shote bothe styffe and lowe
And but the deer / be ovirthrowe
The arwe was nat fyled kene
And to the deth / she can weel blowe
Whan she hath on hire hood of grene
Hire watir lyme is maad ful weel
Bothe for the cormera[n]t and the snyte
The botoore that etith the greet eel
Is cause / yif he wyl his rochys byte
The semewe / with his fetherys whyte
Nor the caldmawe / nouthir fat nor lene
Gooth not froom hire panteer quyght
Whan she hath on hire hood of grene
Of huntyng she beryth / the greet pryse
Ffor buk or doo bothe hert and hynde
But whan she dotyth / and wyl be nyse
Maale deer / to chaase and to fynde
That can hym feede / on bark or rynde
And in hire park / pasturyd been
That weel can beere / with a tynde
Vndir hire daggyd hood of green
This so[uer]eyn lady moost enteer
On hobying / whan she lyst to fare
With hire brood serkelys hire behynde
To make the larke / for to dare
That fro hir grauys / and hir snare
Goth not awey that comyth between
The thrusthylcok nor the feldfare
Whan she hath on hire hood of green
It is deynty / of this fflowyr
That is so boold / vpon hire bra[n]che
And wyl a byde e y schowyr
Whoos truste / may noo stormys staunche
But the flood / wyl ovir launche
That no man may wade it is so kene
It wyl not palle / in hire haunche
Whan she hath on / hire hood of grene
Now what she beryth / I wyl yow telle
Al though I can not armys blase
Nor to the fulle / rynge hire belle
That is so wrymplyd as a mase
So longe a man / may loke and gase
To telle what shuld hire baggys been
Whoos fenestrall / were hard to glase
Whan she hath on / hire hood of green
Hire cotearmure / is duskyd reed
With a boordure / as blak as sabyl
A pavys or a terget / for a sperys heed
Wyde as a chirche that hath a gabyl
Ffor whoo shall justyn in that stabyl
But he be shodde / he is not sene
Litel morell / were not abyl
Whan she hath on hire hood of grene
Hire cotearmure / though it be rente
Yit turnyd she / nevir the bak
Though many a robe / hath be shente
On hire sarpelere / and on hire sak
Evir moore / she stood / for al the wrak
And for shot / she lyst not to fleen
A castyng dart / took no tak
Vndir hire daggyd hood of green
Now fareweel hert / and haue good dey
Of yow me lyst nat / moore to endight
Colowryd lyche a rotyn eey
In morwe among your pylwys whight
The blak crowe / moote yow byght
Your byl clothyd / thirke and on clene
A froward velym / vpon to wryt
Whan she hath on / hire hood of grene
Now fareweel fayr / and fressh so cleer
Ffor whoom / I may noo mone take
Thowh I se yow not / of all this yeer
I can not moorne / for your sake
Tyl e y foul / chesyth hys make
And the nytynggale / that syngeth so sheen
And that the cokkow me awake
To looke vpon your hood of green

Exp_lici_t q_uod_ lydgate