Lyrics Now Springes the Spray - Wolfenmond

Now Springes the Spray

Als I me rode this endre day
O’my pleyinge
Seih I whar a litel may
Bigan to singe:
«The clot him clinge!
Wai is him I' louve-longinge
Shall libben ay
That slepen I ne may.»
Son ich herde that mirie note
Thider I drogh;
I fonde hire in an herber swot
Under a bogh
With joye inogh
Son I asked: «Thou mirie may
Why singest thou ay
That slepen I ne may?»
Now springes the spray
All for love ich am so seek
That slepen I ne may
Than answerde that maiden swote
Midde wordes fewe:
«My lemman me haves bihot
Of louve trewe;
He chaunges anewe
If I may, it shall him rewe
By this day
That slepen he ne may.»