ANONYMOUS

To se the dere draw to the dale

And leve the hilles hee, And shadow him in the leves grene

Under the green-wode tree.

Hit befell on Whitsontide

Early in a May mornyng, The Sonne up faire can shyne,

And the briddis mery can syng.

' This is a mery mornyng,' said Litulle Johne,

1 Be Hym that dyed on tre ; A more mery man than I am one

Lyves not in Christiante.

' Pluk up thi hert, my dere mayster,'

Litulle Johne can say, 'And thynk hit is a fulle fayre tyme

In a mornynge of May.'

��j. Carol

1 5th Cent.

T SING of a maiden

• That is makeles ;

King of all kings

To her son she ches.

He came al so still

There his mother was, As dew in April

That falleth on the grass.

makeles] matchless. ches] chose.

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