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Lully, lulley, lulley, lulley !
The fawcon hath born my
He bare hym up, he bare hym down,
He bare hym into an orchard brown.
Lully, lulley, etc.

Yn that orchard there was an halle
That was hangid with purpill and pall.
Lully, lulley, etc.

And in that hall there was a bede,
Hit was hangid with gold so rede.
Lully, lulley, etc.

And yn that bed there lythe a knyght,
His wowndis bledyng day and nyght.
Lully, lulley, etc.

By that bedis side kneleth a may,

And she wepeth both night and day. Lully, lulley, etc.

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She dyd aper3 all on hur keynde 5
A lady ryght wel be-seyne,
Wyth wordys of loff tolde me hur mynde.

But yet ye wot not whome I mene.

Hyt dyd me goode upon hur to loke,
Hur corse was closyd all in grene;
Away fro me hur herte she toke,

But yete ye wot not whome I mene.

"Lady!" I cryed, wyth rufull mone, "Have mynd of me, that true hath bene! For I loved none but you alone." But yet ye wot not whome I mene.

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