A preste ther was that cam fro Sarum toun,
A godly man, ycleped Jonathoun.
He was a myrie man in ful good point.
In soothe he loved a roosted joint
With draughte of ale and othere fare.
From blessed Thomas in Salisburie
He wenden on his way to Caunterburie
To salve his soule and eke make moneye
To yeve again for chirches wirke and waye.
In his compaignye were ladies two
That jolie were and gay also.
Than oon hight Rhona was, the other Fee,
And gladsome with the prest al thre
Thenne walken they withouten pyne
From Doom of Sarum to St. Thomas shrine.
On ways of Clarendon and Seint Swithin
And northren Downs, thro many a toun
In ech of which ther was a hooly place,
Cathederals ybuildened with Goddes grace.
These worthy folke, they wente in charitee
With ech othere, to live in povertee
Upon their herd and longe viage
To do their choosen pilgrimage,
To reste in chirches or a halle
Or with som freendes who withalle
Did gladly yeve them norryshyng
And then received from ech blessing.
Holpen by pledging pilgrims in their chirche
They reached their end for Christes worke
And also did much moneye raise
To yeve to Godde His glorie and His praise.