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Page 16
... hill , Kepand a flock of fe : Mirry Makyn said him till Robin , thou rew on me : I haif thee luvit , loud and still , Thir yeiris twa or thre ; My dule in dern bot gif thou dill , Doutless but dreid I de . ' Robin answerit ' By the Rude ...
... hill , Kepand a flock of fe : Mirry Makyn said him till Robin , thou rew on me : I haif thee luvit , loud and still , Thir yeiris twa or thre ; My dule in dern bot gif thou dill , Doutless but dreid I de . ' Robin answerit ' By the Rude ...
Page 35
... hill then took I heed ; A voice I heard ( and near I yede ) In great dolour complaining tho : See , dear soul , how my sides bleed Quia amore langueo . Upon this hill I found a tree , Under a tree a man sitting ; From head to foot ...
... hill then took I heed ; A voice I heard ( and near I yede ) In great dolour complaining tho : See , dear soul , how my sides bleed Quia amore langueo . Upon this hill I found a tree , Under a tree a man sitting ; From head to foot ...
Page 55
... hill , And Boreas blows his blast so bold That all our cattle are like to spill . Bell , my wife , she loves no strife ; She said unto me quietlye , Rise up , and save cow Crumbock's life ! Man , put thine old cloak about thee ! He . O ...
... hill , And Boreas blows his blast so bold That all our cattle are like to spill . Bell , my wife , she loves no strife ; She said unto me quietlye , Rise up , and save cow Crumbock's life ! Man , put thine old cloak about thee ! He . O ...
Page 65
... hill and eke the vale : The nightingale with feathers new she sings ; The turtle to her make hath told her tale . Summer is come , for every spray now springs : The hart hath hung his old head on the pale ; The buck in brake his winter ...
... hill and eke the vale : The nightingale with feathers new she sings ; The turtle to her make hath told her tale . Summer is come , for every spray now springs : The hart hath hung his old head on the pale ; The buck in brake his winter ...
Page 88
... hill Making melody- Cor . When my lovely one goes to her wheel , Singing cheerily— Phyl . Sure methinks my true love doth excel For sweetness , for sweetness , Our Pan , that old Arcadian knight . Cor . And methinks my true love bears ...
... hill Making melody- Cor . When my lovely one goes to her wheel , Singing cheerily— Phyl . Sure methinks my true love doth excel For sweetness , for sweetness , Our Pan , that old Arcadian knight . Cor . And methinks my true love bears ...
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