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II. In the merry month of May

In the merry merry merry month of May, in a morne by breake of day, foorth I walked by the wood side, foorth I walked, by the wood side, the wood side, wheras May was in her pride, ther I spy'd, Philliday, and Coridon, much a doe ther was god wot, he wold loue and she would not, she sayd neuer man was true, he said non was false to you: he said he said he had lou'd her long, she said loue shold haue no wrong.