And the byrdis thar mychty voce out-throng,
Quhill al the wood reſonite of thar ſonge,
That gret confort till ony vicht It wer
[68] That pleſſith thame of luſtenes to here.
Bot gladneß til the thochtful, euer mo
The more he ſeith, the more he haith of wo.
the garden was adorned with flowers.
Thar was the garding with the flouris ourfret,
[72] Quich is in poſy fore my lady set,
That hire Repreſent to me oft befor,