The ground was green, ypoudred with daisie,
The floures and the greves like hie,
All greene and white, was nothing els seene.
There sat I downe among the faire flours,
And saw the birds trip out of hir hours,
There as they rested hem all the night,
They were so joyfull of the dayes light,
They began of May for to done honours.
They coud that service all by rote,
There was many a lovely note,