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In Aprell and in May, When hartes be all mery, Besse Bunting, the millaris may, Withe lippes so red as chery, She cast in hir remembrance To passe hir time in daliance And to leve hir thought driery. Right womanly arayd In a peticote of whit, She was nothing dismayd - Hir countenance was full light. |
In the months of April and May When all hearts are merry, Bessie Bunting, the miller's girl, With lips red as cherries - She recalls to mind She should spend her time in love-making And leave dreary thoughts behind her. In her maidenly dress, In a petticoat white, Nothing dismayed her: Her countenance was light. |
