And leves be large and long,
Hit[76] is full merry in feyre foreste
To here the foulys[77] song.
To se the dere draw to the dale
And leve the hillės hee,
And shadow him in the levės grene
Under the green-wode tree.
Hit befell on Whitsontide
Early in a May mornyng,
The Sonne up fairė gan shyne,