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SONG

O Love whither do you go
Spear in hand and belted so?

Two lovers in garden (big)

I go to win a crown, my love,

To put your golden hair above,
I go to fight and travail sore
That you may cling to me the more.
I will wear a crown of green
With red roses set between,
If it be not rich enow
Then sweet kisses shall you sow
In between the flowers red
All about my golden head;
I will cling so hardily
You shall never go from me.
O my Love, soon goes the day,
O my Love, soon comes the night;
All my glory goes away,
Comes my hour of delight.