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E saw miny briddes seten on a tree; He token her flight and flowen away, With ego dixi, have a good day. Many white fedres hath the pye — I may noon more singen, my lippes arn so dry! Manye white federes hath the swan — The mor that I drinke, the lesse good I can! Ley stikkes on the fer, wil mot it brenne — Geve us onys drinken er we gon henne! Omnes gentes, plaudite Omnes gentes, plaudite Omnes gentes, plaudite Omnes gentes, plaudite |