Now springes the spray
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All for love I am so seek
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That slepen I ne may
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Als I me rode this endre day
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O' my pleyinge
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Seih I whar a litel may
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Began to singe
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"The clot him clinge!
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Way as him I' love-longinge
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Shall libben ay!"
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Son I herde that mirye note
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Thider I drogh I fonde hire
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In an herber swot
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Under a bogh
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With joye enough
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Son I asked, "Thou mirue may
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Why singes tou ay?"
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Than answerde that maiden swote
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Midde wordes fewe
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"My lemman me haves bihot
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Of love trewe
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He changes anewe
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Yiif I may, it shall him rewe
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By this day!"
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Now Springs The Spray
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| Mediaeval Baebes |
