A Knyght ther was, and that a worthy man,
That fro the tyme that he first bigan
To riden out, he loved chivalrie,
Trouthe and honur; fredom and curteisie.
And evere honoured for his worthynesse.
And though that he were worthy, he was wys,
And of his port as meeke as is a mayde.
He nevere yet not vileynye ne sayde
He was a verray, parfit gentil knyght
And gladly wolde he lerne
and gladly wolde he teche
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This is my Heritage, and I love it!.. .. ....>
I'm actually in this video, I'm the awesome dude on the light coloured horse over seeing the joust. I'm on the camera at the 20sec. mark and show up at random points in the video. This is the most recent stuff I got.
Má dhéanann tu séitéireacht, go ndéana tú séitéireacht ar an mbás
Má ghoideann tú, go ngoide tú croà mná
Má throideann tú, go dtroide tú i leith do bhráthar
Agus má ólann tú, go n-óla tú liom féin.
Thu ure Fæder þe eart on heofunum, Sy þin nama gehalgod.
Cume þin rice, Sy þinne wille on eorðan swaswa on heofonum.
Syle us todaeg urne daeghwamlican hlaf.
Ond forgyf us ure gyltas, swaswa we fogyfaþ þampe with us agyltaþ.
Ond ne lae thu na us on constnunge, ac alys us of yfele.
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