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Now springes the spray
All for love I am so seek
That slepen I ne may

Als I me rode this endre day
O' my pleyinge
Seih I whar a litel may
Began to singe
"The clot him clinge!
Way as him I' love-longinge
Shall libben ay!"

Son I herde that mirye note
Thider I drogh I fonde hire
In an herber swot
Under a bogh
With joye enough
Son I asked, "Thou mirue may
Why singes tou ay?"

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