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In

early
May
When
skies are
gray
And
green the plains and
mountains,
At
the break of
day
I
rose to
play
Beside
a little
fountain.
In
garden
close
Where
shone the
rose
I
heard a fiddle played,
then:
A
handsome
knight
That
charmed my
sight
Was
dancing with a
maiden

Both
fair of
face,
They
turned with
grace
To
tread their Maytime measure;
The
flowering
place,
Their
close
embrace,
Their
kisses brought them
pleasure.
Yet
shortly
they
Had
slipped
away
And
strolled among the
bowers;
To
ease their
heart
Each
played his
part
In
loves games on the
flowers.