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17 A WINTER SONG
Wynter wakeneþ al my care,
nou þis leues waxeþ bare;
ofte y sike ant mourne sare
when hit comeþ in my þoht
of þis worldes ioie hou hit geþ al to noht.
nou þis leues waxeþ bare;
ofte y sike ant mourne sare
when hit comeþ in my þoht
of þis worldes ioie hou hit geþ al to noht.
Nou hit is ant nou hit nys,
also hit ner nere ywys.
Þat moni mon seiþ soþ hit ys:
al goþ bote Godes wille,
alle we shule deye þah vs like ylle.
also hit ner nere ywys.
Þat moni mon seiþ soþ hit ys:
al goþ bote Godes wille,
alle we shule deye þah vs like ylle.
Al þat grein me graueþ grene,
nou hit faleweþ al bydene;
Iesu, help þat hit be sene,
ant shild vs from helle,
for y not whider y shal ne hou longe her duelle.
nou hit faleweþ al bydene;
Iesu, help þat hit be sene,
ant shild vs from helle,
for y not whider y shal ne hou longe her duelle.
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