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93 Right in my bed, ful redily,
94 That it was by the morowe e****
95 And up I roos, and gan me
clot**** 96 Anoon I wisshe myn hondis
both** 97 A sylvre nedle forth y
droughe 98 Out of an aguler queynt
ynoughe, 99 And gan this nedle threde
Anon; 100 ffor out of toun me list to
gon 101 The song of briddes forto
here, 102 That in thise buskes syngen
clere. 103 And in
[the] swete
seson that swete
is, 104 With a threde bastyng my
slev[i]s, 105 Alone I wente in my
plaiyng, 106 The smale foules song harknyng;
107 They peyned hem ful many peyre
108 To synge on bowes blosmed
feyre. 109 Ioly and gay, ful of
gladnesse, 110 Toward a ryver gan I me
dresse, 111 That I herd renne fast
by; 112 ffor fairer plaiyng non saugh
I 113 Than playen me by that
ryvere, 114 ffor from an hill that stood
ther nere, 115 Cam doun the streme ful stif
and bold. 116 Cleer was the water, and as
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