YEARBOOK OF THE ALAMIRE FOUNDATION

TRIPLUM (TRANSLATION)
Hare hare hye
godalier ont fet ouen
d’Arraz escoterie
Saint Andrie
hare hare godouart
et hare dounerie
karitate crie
por Sainte Marie
faites moi demie
de pomum et de fye
honis soit tel vie
mes bon vin sor lie
me mespri ge mie
or bevons ha hye
de ce bouen vin d’ouanHare, hare, hye!
MOTETUS
Balaam
godalier ont bien ouan
lor tens por la godale
qe chacuns enbale
lie en sont englissemen
qant il ont bien estalle
demi lot a malle
o porqoi il font lor talle
si dient bien le valle
passion l’assalle
ele m’et trop male
q’en mes genouz avale
mervoille est qe cil norment
n’en perdat la couralle
qi tant boivent a goudman
TENOR
Balaam Balaam
DRINKING MOTETS IN MEDIEVAL ARTOIS AND FLANDERS 11
The beer drinkers
have made this year
Of Arras a gathering place of beggars.
Saint Andrew!
Hare, hare, merry fellow,
And hare, amorous affection.
Cry charity
By Saint Mary.
Make me a half-penny’s worth
Of lights and of liver.
Shame on such a life.
But good clarified wine
I do not despise at all.
Now let us drink ha hye
Of this year’s good wine.
Balaam!
Beer drinkers have indeed this year
Their time for beer,
Which each one swallows greedily.
The Englishmen are glad of it,
When they have it well clarified.
Two pints for a half-penny,
Provided that they make their notch.
So they say it is well worth it.
What a belly ache!
It hurts me so much
That I fall to my knees.
It is a miracle that those Normans
Haven’t thrown up. So much have they
drunk to the good man!