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Eclogue the First	A
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Whanne Englonde smeethynge from her lethal wounde	A
From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie	B
Kennynge her legeful sonnes falle all arounde	A
Myghtie theie fell 'twas Honoure ledde the fraie	C
Thanne inne a dale bie eve's dark surcote graie	C
Twayne lonelie shepsterres dyd abrodden flie	D
The rostlyng liff doth theyr whytte hartes affraie	C
And whythe the owlette trembled and dyd crie	C
Firste Roberte Neatherde hys sore boesom stroke	E
Then fellen on the grounde and thus yspoke	E
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Roberte	A
Ah Raufe gif thos the howres do comme alonge	F
Gif thos wee flie in chase of farther woe	B
Oure fote wylle fayle albeytte wee bee stronge	F
Ne wylle oure pace swefte as oure danger goe	B
To oure grete wronges we have enheped moe	B
The Baronnes warre oh woe and well a daie	A
I haveth lyff bott have escaped soe	G
That lyff ytsel mie senses doe affraie	C
Oh Raufe comme lyste and hear mie dernie tale	D
Comme heare the balefull dome of Robynne of the dale	D
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Raufe	H
Saie to mee nete I kenne thie woe in myne	I
O I've a tale that Sabalus mote telle	D
Swote flouretts mantled meedows forestes dynge	F
Gravots far kend around the Errmiets cell	D
The swote ribible dynning yn the dell	D
The joyous dauncynge ynn the hoastrie courte	A
Eke the highe songe and everych joie farewell	D
Farewell the verie shade of fayre dysporte	A
Impestering trobble onn mie dernie tale	D
Ne one kynde Seyncte to warde the aye encreasynge dome	J
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Roberte	A
Oh I could waile mie kynge coppe decked mees	G
Mie spreedynge flockes of shepe of lillie white	A
Mie tendre applynges and embodyde trees	G
Mie Parker's Grange far spreedynge to the syghte	A
Mie cuyen kyne mie bullockes stringe yn fyghte	A
Mie gorne emblaunched with the comfreie plante	A
Mie floure Seyncte Marie shottyng wythe the lyghte	A
Mie store of all the blessynges Heaven can grant	A
I amm duressed unto sorrowes blowe	B
I hantend to the peyne will lette ne salte teare flowe	B
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Raufe	H
Here I wille obaie untylle Dethe doe 'pere	C
Here lyche a foule empoysoned leathel tree	C
Whyche sleaeth everichone that commeth nere	C
Soe wille I fyxed unto thys place gre	C
I to bement haveth moe cause than thee	C
Sleene in the warre mie boolie fadre lies	G
Oh joieous Ihys mortherer would slea	D
And bie hys syde for aie enclose myne eies	G
Calked from everych joie heere wylle I blede	A
Fell ys the Cullys yatte of mie hartes castle stede	A
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Roberte	A
Oure woes alyche alyche our dome shal bee	C
Mie sonne mie sonne alleyn ystorven ys	G
Here wylle I staie and end mie lyff with thee	C
A lyff leche myne a borden ys ywis	G
Now from e'en logges fledden is selyness	G
Mynsterres alleyn can boaste the hallie Seyncte	A
Now doeth Englonde wearea a bloudie dresse	G
And wyth her champyonnes gore her face depeyncte	A
Peace fledde disorder sheweth her dark rode	A
And thorow ayre doth flie yn garments steyned with bloude	A
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Eclogue the Second	A
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Nygelle	D
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Sprytes of the bleste the pious Nygelle sed	A
Pure owte yer pleasaunce onn mie fadres hedde	A
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I	-
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Rycharde of Lyons harte to fyghte is gon	I
Uponne the brede sea doe the banners gleme	J
The amenused nationnes be aston	I
To ken syke large a flete syke fyne syke breme	J
The barkis heafods coupe the lymed streme	J
Oundes synkeynge oundes upon the hard ake riese	G
The water slughornes ayre and reche the skies	G
Sprytes of the bleste on gouldyn trones astedde	A
Poure owte yer pleasaunce onn mie fadres hedde	A
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II	-
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The gule depeyncted oares from the black tyde	A
Decorn wyth fonnes rare doe shemrynge ryse	G
Upswalynge doe heie shewe ynne drierie pryde	A
Lyche gore red estells in the eve merk skyes	G
The nome depeyncted shields the speres aryse	G
Alyche talle roshes on the water syde	A
Alenge from bark to bark the bryghte sheene flyes	G
Sweft kerv'd delyghtes doe on the water glyde	A
Sprytes of the bleste and everich Seyncte ydedde	A
Poure owte youre pleasaunce on mie fadres hedde	A
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III	-
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The Sarasen lokes owte he doethe feere	C
That Englondes brondeous sonnes do cotte the waie	B
Lyke honted bockes theye reineth here and there	C
Onknowlachynge inne whate place to obaie	C
The banner glesters on the beme of daie	A
The mitte crosse Jerusalim ys seene	I
Dhereof the syghte yer corragedoe affraie	C
In balefull dole their faces be ywreene	I
Sprytes of the bleste and everich Seyncte ydedde	A
Poure owte your pleasaunce on mie fadres hedde	A
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IV	H
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The bollengers and cottes so swyfte yn fyghte	A
Upon the sydes of everich bark appere	C
Foorthe to his office lepethe everych knyghte	A
Eftsoones hys squyer with hys shielde and spere	C
The jynynge shieldes doe shemre and moke glare	C
The dosheynge oare doe make gemoted dynne	I
The reynyng foemen thynckeynge gif to dare	C
Boun the merk swerde theie seche to fraie theie blyn	I
Sprytes of the bleste and everyche Seyncte ydedde	A
Poure owte yer pleasaunce onn mie fadres hedde	A
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V	H
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Now comm the warrynge Sarasyns to fyghte	A
Kynge Rycharde lyche a lyoncel of warre	C
Inne sheenynge goulde lyke feerie gronfers dyghte	A
Shaketh alofe hys honde and seene afarre	C
Syke haveth I espyde a greter starre	C
Amenge the drybblett ons to sheene fulle bryghte	A
Syke sunnys wayne wyth amayl'd beames doe barr	C
The blaunchie mone or estells to gev lyghte	A
Sprytes of the bleste and everich Seyncte ydedde	A
Poure owte your pleasaunce on mie fadres hedde	A
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VI	H
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Distraughte affraie wythe lockes of blodde red die	H
Terroure emburled yn the thonders rage	F
Deathe lynked to dismaie dothe ugsomme flie	D
Enchafynge echone champyonne war to wage	F
Speeres bevyle speres swerdes upon swerdes engage	F
Armoure on armoure dynn shielde upon shielde	H
Ne dethe of thosandes can the warre assuage	F
Botte falleynge nombers sable all the feelde	H
Sprytes of the bleste and everych Seyncte ydedde	H
Poure owte youre pleasaunce on mie fadres hedde	H
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VII	H
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The foemen fal arounde the cross reles hye	H
Steyned ynne goere the harte of warre ys seen	I
Kynge Rycharde thorough everyche trope dothe flie	D
And beereth meynte of Turkes onto the greene	I
Bie hymm the floure of Asies menn ys sleene	I
The waylynge mone doth fade before hys sonne	I
Bie hym hys knyghtes bee formed to actions deene	I
Doeynge syke marvels strongers be aston	I
Sprytes of the bleste and everych Seyncte ydedde	H
Poure owte your pleasaunce onn mie fadres hedde	H
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VIII	H
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The fyghte ys wonne	I
Kynge Rycharde master is	G
The Englonde bannerr kisseth the hie ayre	C
Full of pure joie the armie is iwys	G
And everych one haveth it onne his bayre	C
Agayne to Englonde comme and worschepped there	C
Twyghte into lovynge armes and feasted eft	H
In everych eyne aredynge nete of wyere	C
Of all remembrance of past peyne berefte	H
Sprytes of the bleste and everych Seyncte ydedde	H
Syke pleasures power upon mie fadres hedde	H
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Syke Nigel sed whan from the bluie sea	G
The upswol sayle dyd daunce before hys eyne	I
Swefte as the wishe hee toe the beeche dyd flee	G
And found his fadre steppeynge from the bryne	I
Letter thyssen menne who haveth sprite of loove	H
Bethyncke unto hemselves how mote the meetynge proove	H
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ECLOGUE THE THIRD	H
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Manne womanne Sir Rogerre	C
Wouldst thou kenn nature in her better parte	H
Goe serche the logges and bordels of the hynde	H
Gyff theie have anie itte ys roughe made arte	H
Inne hem you see the blakied forme of kynde	H
Haveth your mynde a lycheynge of a mynde	H
Woulde it kenne everich thynge as it mote bee	G
Woulde ytte here phrase of vulgar from the hynde	H
Withoute wiseegger wordes and knowlage free	G
Gyfsoe rede thys whyche Iche dysportynge pende	H
Gif nete besyde yttes rhyme maie ytte commende	H
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Manne	I
Botte whether fayre mayde do ye goe	B
O where do ye bende yer waie	B
I wille knowe whether you goe	B
I wylle not bee asseled naie	I