Whan Ich thenche on doms-dai

[Raston]

Whan Ich thenche on doms-dai
ful sore I me adred
Ther shal after his werek
ech man fongen med
Ich hav Christ agilt
with thoughts and with ded
Loverd helend, Godds sone
what shal me to red?

That fyr shal comen in this world
on one sonn-night.
Forbrennen al this middelerd
so Christ hit wol dight,
Bothen water and the lond,
the flours that ben bright,
Y-herid be oure loverd,
muchel is his might.

Four engls in the dai-red
blowen her bem,
Thenn comth Ihesus Crist
His doms for to dem,
Ne helpth hit nought thenne
to wepen ne to rem
To him that litel hath y-don
that Crist was y-quem

From that Adam was y-wrought
that comth domsday,
Mony of the rich men
that werden fou and gray,
And riden upon steds
and upon palfray;
They shulle att dom
singen weilway.

Ne shul they ther nought fighten
with shelds ne with sper,
With helm ne with brinie
ne with non other ger;
Ne shal ther noman other
with wis words wer;
But here almsdeds
her erinds shal ber.

They shulle y-sen that maiden
that Ihesu Crist ofkend,
Bitwenen hir arms
Swetliche him wend;
The whil that we mighten,
to litel we hire send,
That makd the wors,
so fule he us ablend.

They shulle y-sen the king
that al the worild wrought,
And upon the swet rod
with strong pins bought;
Adam and his ofspring,
in hell He hem sought -
To bidden thenn milc
to late they ben bithought.

Ther shullen the rightwis ben
on Godds right hond,
And the sinfull shullen
atelich stond
With her sinne y-writen,
that is muchel shond;
Alle they shullen hem y-sen
that livden in Lond.

To the rightwis He spekth
words swith swet:
'Comth her mine frends,
your sinns forto let;
In mine fader house
you is y-makd set.
Ther you shullen sngls
swetlich gret.'

To the sinful He spekth
so ye mowe y-her:
'Goth ye awaried,
with fends y-fer,
Into brenning fyr;
of bliss ye ben sker
Forthy that ye your sinns
out of this worild ber.'

Bidd we our lavdy,
swetest alr thing,
That she bere our erend,
to the heven king,
That for his holy name
and for hir erending,
That He our souls
to hevebrich bring.

[Wayne]

And the point of this thread is.......?

[P-Bal]

And we all join in on the zig-a-zig-ah.

[Lissa]

Are we having a Medieval English theme party and no one told me? I'll have to find a big hat very quickly or risk looking silly.

[Dave Lewis]

Andrew's spelling hasn't got much better, has it...?

[Pip Madeley]

And the point of this thread is.......?

Oh no, not again!

[Captain Tancredi]

Well, it's an early medieval English lyric on the theme of the Last Judgement, probably 14th century if I had to guess but certainly pre-Chaucer.

[Rob McCow]

Must have been a nightmare to type all that. The Umlaut key is bound to Ctrl+345 on my setup.

[Ralph]

What a big bag of *****!

[Pip Madeley]

What a big bag of *****!

Is this where we guess the missing word?

I think it's a big bag of MINTS.

[Ralph]

Is this where we guess the missing word?

I think it's a big bag of MINTS.

Oh welldone! But of course it is

[Pip Madeley]

Now tell us what the acronym stands for

[Ralph]

Manure Inflated Nasty Toxic Substance

[Pip Madeley]

I'll never suck on a Fisherman's Friend in quite the same way again.

[Milky Tears]

Weping haueth myn wonges wet!

[Wayne]

Oh no, not again!

But what is the point? I mean what's Andrew trying to say? What's the message?
And if there isn't one, Why isn't it in 'The Crooked World' where the random & Silly threads go?

[Dave Tudor]

I'll never suck on a Fisherman's Friend in quite the same way again.

From intellectualism to innuendo in fourteen posts!

[Paul Monk]

Its Andrew's way of showing off. He's probably sitting back in his huge black leather armchair, laughing in an evil, maniacal way at the responses.

[Andrew Curnow]

I'm wondering whether this is the much longer sequel to Jeno's legendary "." thread.

However, Wayne's clearly right that this is clearly not General Discussion (unless Andrew wants to pop back and clarify his point) so I'm bunging it over to Crooked World. Belt yourselves in for the flight.

[Anthony Williams]

I think the point of it was that Andrew wanted to see who would "get" the message - what language it is, and to see if anyone could translate it.

Could well be wrong, though!

Ant x

[Paul Monk]

I think the point of it was that Andrew wanted to see who would "get" the message - what language it is, and to see if anyone could translate it.

Yeah showing off

[Si Hunt]

Is it the most pretentious thread ever? Some people don't do themselves any favours do they!

Si.

[Lissa]

Oh to have such classical taste
That we may master the copy and paste

[Pip Madeley]

Let's see if I can decode this...

Whan Ich thenche on doms-dai When I watched Doomsday
ful sore I me adred I was well sore
Ther shal after his werek After waiting a week
ech man fongen med man, making me wait
Ich hav Christ agilt christ it was agonising
with thoughts and with ded with thoughts that the signal would die
Loverd helend, Godds sone God's sake Victor!
what shal me to red? It'd make my hair recede!

Close.

[Dirk Gently]

If you put the title in google it only gives you one result. This.