In flowre of Aprill springing, When pleasant birds to sport them, Among the woods consort them, Warbling with cheerful notes and sweetly singing. For ioy that Clore the faire her song was chaunting, The sweet loues vaunting of her and her Elpin. |
words by:
Nicholas Yonge [Musica Transalpina, 1588 & 1597]
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