Al hir compleynt of love, and al hir wo,
At every tyme whan they dorste so.
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Upon that o syde of the wal stood he,
And on that other syde stood Tisbe,
The swote soun of other to receyve,
And thus hir wardeins wolde they deceyve.
And every day this wal they wolde threte,
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And wisshe to god, that it were doun y-bete.