Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,

A tale of a voyage long,

Of pilgrims headed 'cross the land,

Nine and twenty strong.

The Knight was a most distinguished man,

The Skipper brave and sure,

The Doctor had a love for gold,

The Franklin was a whore.

The Franklin was a whore.

The travellers, they found an inn,

The Tabard was its name;

If not for the segues of the Host,

The story would be lame.

The story would be lame.

The pilgrims set out on their course,

St. Christopher they sought;

With the Wife of Bath,

The Miller too,

The Summoner,

And the Reeve,

The Pardoner, and the rest,

To Canterbury they go!