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In Virgyn the sweltrie sun gan sheene	A
And hotte upon the mees did caste his raie	B
The apple rodded from its palie greene	A
And the mole peare did bende the leafy spraie	B
The peede chelandri sunge the livelong daie	C
'Twas nowe the pride the manhode of the yeare	B
And eke the grounde was dighte in its moste defte aumere	B
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The sun was glemeing in the midde of daie	C
Deadde still the aire and eke the welken blue	D
When from the sea arist in drear arraie	B
A hepe of cloudes of sable sullen hue	D
The which full fast unto the woodlande drewe	E
Hiltring attenes the sunnis fetive face	F
And the blacke tempeste swolne and gatherd up apace	F
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Beneathe an holme faste by a pathwaie side	C
Which dide unto Seyncte Godwine's covent lede	C
A hapless pilgrim moneynge did abide	C
Pore in his newe ungentle in his weede	C
Longe bretful of the miseries of neede	C
Where from the hail stone coulde the almer flie	D
He had no housen theere ne anie covent nie	A
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Look in his glommed face his sprighte there scanne	A
Howe woe be gone how withered forwynd deade	C
Haste to thie church glebe house asshrewed manne	A
Haste to thie kiste thie onlie dortoure bedde	C
Cale as the claie whiche will gre on thie hedde	C
Is Charitie and Love aminge highe elves	G
Knightis and Barons live for pleasure and themselves	G
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The gatherd storme is rype the bigge drops falle	D
The forswat meadowes smethe and drenche the raine	A
The comyng ghastness do the cattle pall	D
And the full flockes are drivynge ore the plaine	A
Dashde from the cloudes the waters flott againe	A
The welkin opes the yellow levynne flies	H
And the hot fierie smothe in the wide lowings dies	H
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Liste now the thunder's rattling clymmynge sound	C
Cheves slowlie on and then embollen clangs	H
Shakes the hie spyre and losst dispended drown'd	C
Still on the gallard eare of terroure hanges	H
The windes are up the lofty elmen swanges	H
Again the levynne and the thunder poures	H
And the full cloudes are braste attenes in stonen showers	H
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Spurreynge his palfrie oere the watrie plaine	A
The Abbote of Seyncte Godwynes convente came	I
His chapournette was drented with the reine	A
And his pencte gyrdle met with mickle shame	I
He aynewarde tolde his bederoll at the same	I
The storme encreasen and he drew aside	C
With the mist almes craver neere to the holme to bide	C
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His cope was all of Lyncolne clothe so fyne	A
With a gold button fasten'd neere his chynne	A
His autremete was edged with golden twynne	A
And his shoone pyke a loverds mighte have binne	A
Full well it shewn he thoughten coste no sinne	A
The trammels of the palfrye pleasde his sighte	C
For the horse millanare his head with roses dighte	C
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An almes sir prieste the droppynge pilgrim saide	C
O let me waite within your covente dore	B
Till the sunne sheneth hie above our heade	C
And the loude tempeste of the aire is oer	B
Helpless and ould am I alas and poor	B
No house ne friend ne moneie in my pouche	J
All yatte I call my owne is this my silver crouche	J
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Varlet replyd the Abbatte cease your dinne	A
This is no season almes and prayers to give	K
Mie porter never lets a faitour in	A
None touch mie rynge who not in honour live	L
And now the sonne with the blacke cloudes did stryve	L
And shettynge on the grounde his glairie raie	B
The Abbatte spurrde his steede and eftsoones roadde awaie	E
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Once moe the skie was blacke the thunder rolde	C
Faste reyneynge oer the plaine a prieste was seen	A
Ne dighte full proude ne buttoned up in golde	C
His cope and jape were graie and eke were clene	A
A Limitoure he was of order seene	A
And from the pathwaie side then turned hee	A
Where the pore almer laie binethe the holmen tree	A
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An almes sir priest the droppynge pilgrim sayde	C
For sweete Seyncte Marie and your order sake	M
The Limitoure then loosen'd his pouche threade	C
And did thereoute a groate of silver take	M
The mister pilgrim dyd for halline shake	M
Here take this silver it maie eathe thie care	B
We are Goddes stewards all nete of oure owne we bare	B
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But ah unhailie pilgrim lerne of me	A
Scathe anie give a rentrolle to their Lorde	C
Here take my semecope thou arte bare I see	A
Tis thyne the Seynctes will give me mie rewarde	C
He left the pilgrim and his waie aborde	C
Virgynne and hallie Seyncte who sitte yn gloure	B
Or give the mittee will or give the gode man power	B

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