Grendelvengthe (Ungreithly called Jabberwockie)
By Louis Kervaill
Bredeliche wast & slythy spreren
Gimelèd & gore on þe waben.
The swappelingès misel weren.
The momè gwin outgraben.
Warè the Grendelving, my sone.
His jowès gnaue, his clauès cacche.
Bifle the Galgol-Foule & shone
The wragious Lodersnacche.
He nom his guthrew swerd in honde.
Longe the eglich fend he soghte.
He rested hym by the Tre Toum-Tym
And ther stod in a thoghte.
He stod with pithèsherwe in mode
Tho Grendelving wiþ ye on flame
Blastè thurgh that shoufengèd wode
And blumelèd in grame.
Oon, two, oon, two, he hadde hym so.
Þe guþrew mechè dide snixnak.
He lefte hym dede & with his hede
Galomphaunt sterte abak.
And hastow slayn þe Grendelving?
Heleth & sone, I clippè thee
Fairaclous Dai! Oho, aihai!
He holough high in gle.
Bredeliche wast & slythy spreren
Gimelèd & gore on the waben.
The swappelingès misel weren.
The momè gwin outgraben.
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