C'est la fin quoigue l'on die j'amerai Cella guise en null pres C'est la fin, je veux la vie Gise beau si a le vie, belle ami C'est la fin quoigue
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
This ay nicht, this ay nicht Every nicht and all Fire and sleet and candleleigt And Christ receive thy soul If ever thou gavest hosen or schon Every
Now welcom sumer, with thy sonne softe That hast this wintres weders over-shaker And driven awey the longe nightes blake! Seynt Valentyn, that art
Lully, lulla, thou little tiny child Bye, bye, lully, lullay, thou little tiny child Bye, bye, lully, lullay Oh, sisters too, how may we do For to preserve
Musa venit carmine dulci modulamine: pariter cantemus, ecce virent omnia, prata, rus et nemus. Mane garrit alaudula, lupilulat cornicula, iubente
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E saw miny briddes seten on a tree He token her flight and flowen away With ego dixi, have a good day Many white fedres hath the pye I may noon more
Passing thus alone, through the silent forest Many a grievous groan sounded in her ear Where she heard a man to lament the sorest Chance that ever came
Ecce mundi gaudium Ecce salus gentium Virgo parit filium Sine violentia Ave virgo regia Dei plena gracia Natus est de virgine Sine viri semine
The dubberment dere of down and dales Of wode and water and wlonk plaines Bilde in me bliss, abated my bales Forbidden my stress, destroyed my paines
Hum, ha, trill go bell Hum, ha, trill go bell Hum, ha, trill go bell Hum, ha, trill go bell Hogyn cam to bowers dore Hogyn cam to bowers dore He
Lollay, lollay, little child Why wepestou so sore Nedes mostou wepe It was iyarked thee yore Ever to lib in sorrow And sich and mourne evere As
Ah si mon moine voulait danser Ah si mon moine voulait danser Un capuchon je lui donnerai Un capuchon je lui donnerai Danse, mon moine danse Tu
Aller êrst lebe ich mir werde Sît mîn sündic ouge siht Daz reine lant und ouch die erde Der man sô vil êren giht
Adam lay ibounden Bounden in a bond Foure thousand winter Thought he not too long And all was for an apple An apple that he tok As clerkes finden Wreten
L'amour de moi, s'y est enclose Dedans un jolie jardinet Ou croit la rose et le muguet Y aussi fail le passerose Ce jardin est belle et plaisant