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ALLELUIA!
With windflower now and daffodil,
That bird they call cuckoo
Goes shouting now o'er vale and hill
His Allelu—
Alleluia!
That bird they call cuckoo
Goes shouting now o'er vale and hill
His Allelu—
Alleluia!
He feasts him on the cuckoo's meat,
The wood-sorrel so new,
And shouts his grace ere he doth eat—
His Allelu—
Alleluia!
The wood-sorrel so new,
And shouts his grace ere he doth eat—
His Allelu—
Alleluia!
Sith Christ hath left the wormy grave
The world's in green and blue,
This clerk sings piously his stave,
His Allelu—
Alleluia!
The world's in green and blue,
This clerk sings piously his stave,
His Allelu—
Alleluia!
Up hearts! for Jesus Christ, His sake,
Who by His dying slew
Both death and sin. Here's one awake
Calls Allelu—
Alleluia!
Who by His dying slew
Both death and sin. Here's one awake
Calls Allelu—
Alleluia!
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