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Middle English Lyrics, Continued
 from Le Roman de la Rose.
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| Tell Me, Wight in the Broom
"Say me, wight in the broom, What is me for to doon? Ich have the werste bonde That is in any londe."
"If thy bonde is ille, Hold thy tonge stille. | |
creature/shrub
I/husband
bad
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| I Am of Ireland
Ich am of Irlonde, And of the holy londe Of Irlonde. Goode sire, praye ich thee, For of sainte charitee, Com and dance with me In Irlonde. | |
sake of
|  Dancing, from Ms P.A. 57,Bibliothèque Municipale de Lyon.
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 Giotto di Bondone. Crucifixion. | Sunset on Calvary
Now gooth sunne under wode: Me reweth, Marye, thy faire rode. Now gooth sunne under tree: Me reweth, Marye, thy sone and thee. |
woods and wooden Cross I pity/face
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