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Side 47
The whiles the maydens doe theyr carroll sing , To which the woods shal answer and theyr eccho ring . Ring ye the bels , ye yong men of the towne , And leaue your wonted labors for this day : This day is holy ; doe ye write it downe ...
The whiles the maydens doe theyr carroll sing , To which the woods shal answer and theyr eccho ring . Ring ye the bels , ye yong men of the towne , And leaue your wonted labors for this day : This day is holy ; doe ye write it downe ...
Side 49
Let none of these theyr drery accents sing ; Ne let the woods them answer , nor theyr eccho ring . But let stil Silence trew night watches keepe , That sacred peace may in assurance rayne , And tymely sleep , when it is tyme to sleepe ...
Let none of these theyr drery accents sing ; Ne let the woods them answer , nor theyr eccho ring . But let stil Silence trew night watches keepe , That sacred peace may in assurance rayne , And tymely sleep , when it is tyme to sleepe ...
Side 50
... Encline thy will t'effect our wishfull vow , And the chast wombe informe with timely seed , That may our comfort breed : Till when we cease our hopefull hap to sing , Ne let the woods vs answere , nor our Eccho ring .
... Encline thy will t'effect our wishfull vow , And the chast wombe informe with timely seed , That may our comfort breed : Till when we cease our hopefull hap to sing , Ne let the woods vs answere , nor our Eccho ring .
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