And the briddis mery gan syng.

"This is a mery mornyng," said Litulle Johne,

"By Hym that dyed on tree;

A more mery man than I am one

Lyves not in Christiantė.

"Pluk up thi hert, my dere mayster,"

Litulle Johne can say,

"And thank hit is a fulle fayre tyme

In a mornynge of May."

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