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A MADRIGAL.
On a fair day, a merry sunshine day,I met a dainty nymph, so brave, so brave and gay.
She spoke unto me, smiling,
Words of rare beguiling,
Breathing of the prime and Love's warm leisure:
Let us forth amongst the fields to make glad holiday,
And crop bright Flora's treasure.
The lusty season decks the vale
With blossoms feeding every gale:
True love is dearest pleasure;
No other joys may measure.
Lie we here recounting his sweet tale,
Whilst birds are chiming over
Where leafy groves do cover,
And rivulets replying,
Make answer at their dying.
Sing, Happy day:
Care flies away
With fa la la!
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