Befell so is the comessing of May 
When mirry and hot is the day 
(And) oway beth winter shours 
And every feld is full of flours 
And blosme breme on evry bough 
Overall wexeth mirry anough 
This ich quene Dame Heurodis 
Took two maidens of pris 
And went in an undrentide 
To play by an orchard side 
To see the floures sprede and spring 
(And) to here the fowles sing 
They set hem down all three 
Under a faire impe-tree 
And wel sone this faire quene 
Fell on slepe opon the grene 
The maidens durst hir nought awake 
Bot lete hir ligge and rest take 
(So) she slepe till after none 
That undrentide was all ydone 
(That undrentide was all ydone) 
Ac as sone (as) she gan awake 
She cried and lothly bere gan make 
She froted hir honden and hir feet 
And cracched hir visage, it blede weet 
Hir riche robe hie all to-rett 
And was reveyd out of hir wit 
The two maidens hir beside 
No durst with hir no leng abide 
Bot urn to the palais full right 
And tolde bothe squier and knight 
That her quene awede wold 
And bad hem go and hir athold 
Knightes urn and levedis also 
Damisels sexty and mo 
In they orchard to the quene hie come 
And hir up in her armes nome 
And brought hir to bed atte last 
And held hir there fine fast 
Ac ever she held in o cry 
And wolde up and owy
		
			
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