I have a gentil cok

I have a gentil cok
Croweth me day;
He doth me risen erly
My matines for to say.

I have a gentil cok;
Comen he is of grete;
His comb is of red corel,
His tail is of get.

I have a gentil cok;
Comen he is of kinde;
His comb is of red corel,
His tail is of inde.

His leggés ben of asour,
So gentil and so smale;
His sporés arn of silver white
Into the wortéwale.

His eynen arn of cristal,
Loken all in aumber;
And every night he percheth him
In mine ladyes chaumber.