With Cornemuse and Schallemele,

And as me thoghte, in this manere

Al freissh I syh hem springe and dance,

After the lust of youthes heste.

Ther was ynowh of joie and feste, 2490

For evere among thei laghe and pleie,

And putten care out of the weie,

That he with hem ne sat ne stod.

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