The Snake - Mediaeval Baebes

Era un ortolano bien simpre e sin mal

En el mes de enero con fuerte tenporal

Andando por su huerta, vido so un peral

Una culebra chica, medio muerta atal

Con la nieve e con el viento e con la elada fria

Estava la culeba medio amodorrida

El omne piadoso que la vido aterida

Doliose mucho della, quisole dar la vida

Tomola en la falda e llevola a su casa

Pusola çerca del fuego, çerca de buena blasa

Abivo la culebra ante que la el asa

Entro en un forada desa cosina rrasa

Aqueste ome bueno davale cada dia

Del pan e de la leche e de quanto el comia

Creçio con el grand viçio e con el grand bien que

Tenia, tanto que sierpe grande a todos paresçia

Venido eselestio, la siesta affincada

Que ya non avia miedo deviento nin de elada

Salio de aquel forado sañuda e ayrada

Començo de enponçoñar con venino en la posada

Dixole el ortolano, «Vete de equeste lugar

Non fagas aqui daño!"Elle fuese en-sañar

Ablaçolo tan fuerte que lo querria afogar

Apretandolo mucho, cruel mente, sin vagar

Era un ortolano bien simpre e sin mal

En el mes de enero con fuerte tenporal

Andando por su huerta, vido so un peral

Una culebra chica, medio muerta atal

He was an ortolano always well and without evil

In the month of January with strong tenporal

Walking through his orchard, he saw a pear tree

A small snake, half dead

With the snow and with the wind and with the cold weather

The snake was half drowsy

The pious omne who saw her cold

She hurt a lot, she wanted to give her life

I took her in her skirt and took her home

Put it near the fire, near the good blasa

Abivo the snake before the handle

I enter a forada desa cosina rrasa

Aqueste ome well give it every day

Of the bread and of the milk and of how much he ate

He grew up with the great vice and with the great good that

He had so much that he seemed big to everyone

Come estelestio, the siesta affincada

That he was no longer afraid of wind or elada

He came out of that forado sañuda e ayrada

Started enponçoñar with venino in the inn

The ortolan told him, «Get out of this place

Don't do harm here!" She was en-harming

Ablaçolo so strong that she would like to suffocate him

Squeezing it hard, cruelly, without wandering

He was an ortolan well always and without evil

In the month of January with strong tenporal

Walking through his orchard, he saw a pear tree

A small snake, half dead