Lenten ys come with loue to toune
With blosmen ant with briddes roune
That al this blisse bryngeth
The threstelcoc him threteth oo;
Away is huere wynter wo
When woderoue springeth
Dayeseyes in this dales
Notes suete of nyhtegales
Vch foul song singeth
Mody meneth, so doth mo;
Ichot Ycham on of tho
For loue that likes ille
Deawes donketh the dounes;
Deores with huere derne rounes
Domes forte deme
Yef me shal wonte wille of on
This wunne weole Y wole forgon
Ant wyht in wode be fleme
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