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XII.
EY, hey, hey, hey, the borrys hede is armyd gay. The boris hede in hond I bryng, With garlond gay in porttoryng, I pray yow alle with me to synge,
With hay.
Lordys, kny3ttes, and skyers, Persons, prystis, and wycars, The boris hede ys the furt mes,
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The boris hede, as I yow say,
He takis his leyfe, and gothe his way,
Gone after the xij, theyl ffyt day,
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Then commys in the secunde kowrs with mykylle pryde, The crannus, the heyrrouns, the bytteris by ther syde, The pertrychys and the plowers, the wodcokus and the snyt,
With hay.
Larkys in hot schow, ladys for to pyk, Good drynk therto, lycyus and fyne, Blwet of allmayne, romnay and wyin,
With hay.
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