| Befell so is the comessing of May
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| When mirry and hot is the day
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| (And) oway beth winter shours
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| And every feld is full of flours
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| And blosme breme on evry bough
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| Overall wexeth mirry anough
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| This ich quene Dame Heurodis
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| Took two maidens of pris
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| And went in an undrentide
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| To play by an orchard side
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| To see the floures sprede and spring
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| (And) to here the fowles sing
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| They set hem down all three
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| Under a faire impe-tree
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| And wel sone this faire quene
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| Fell on slepe opon the grene
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| The maidens durst hir nought awake
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| Bot lete hir ligge and rest take
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| (So) she slepe till after none
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| That undrentide was all ydone
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| (That undrentide was all ydone)
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| Ac as sone (as) she gan awake
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| She cried and lothly bere gan make
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| She froted hir honden and hir feet
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| And cracched hir visage, it blede weet
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| Hir riche robe hie all to-rett
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| And was reveyd out of hir wit
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| The two maidens hir beside
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| No durst with hir no leng abide
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| Bot urn to the palais full right
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| And tolde bothe squier and knight
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| That her quene awede wold
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| And bad hem go and hir athold
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| Knightes urn and levedis also
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| Damisels sexty and mo In they orchard to the quene hie come
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| And hir up in her armes nome
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| And brought hir to bed atte last
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| And held hir there fine fast
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| Ac ever she held in o cry
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| And wolde up and owy |