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98 THOMAS OF EBSSELDOUNE. |
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Wha sail take the flyghte and flee; 25
And wha sail dye and byleue thare: Bot Jhesu Christ, that dyed on tre, Saue Inglysche men whare so thay fare. |
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Als I me wente this endres-daye, Full faste in mynd makane my mone, In a mery mornynge of May, By Huntle bankkes my selfe allone,
I herde the jaye, and the ' throstelle/ «
The mawys menyde of hir songe, The wodewale beryde als a belle, That all the wode abowte me ronge.
Allone in longynge, thus als I laye,
Vndre nethe a semely tre, 10
' Saw I' whare a lady gaye,
' Came ridand' ouer a longe lee.
If I suld sytt to Domesdaye, "With my tonge, to wrebbe and wrye, Certanely that lady gaye, u
Neuer bese scho askryede for mee.
Hir palfraye was a dappill graye ;
Swilke one I saghe ne neuer none :
Als dose the sonne, on someres daye,
That faire lady hir selfe scho schone. ao
22, Laing, by tene. 6, Lino. MS. throstylle cokke. |
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