Y Carpette Knyghte.

By Charles Lutwidge Dodgson

I have a horse — a ryghte goode horse —

Ne doe I envye those

Who scoure y playne yn headye course

Tyll soddayne on theyre nose

They lyghte wyth unexpected force —

Yt ys — a horse of clothes.

I have a saddel — “Say'st thou soe?

Wyth styrruppes, Knyghte, to boote?”

I sayde not that — I answere “Noe” —

Yt lacketh such, I woote:

Yt ys a mutton-saddel, loe!

Parte of y fleecye brute.

I have a bytte — a ryghte good bytte —

As shall bee seene yn tyme.

Y jawe of horse yt wyll not fytte;

Yts use ys more sublyme.

Fayre Syr, how deemest thou of yt?

Yt ys — thys bytte of rhyme.