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The commoun voce up raise of birdis small,

Apon this wyis, O blissit be the hour

That thow wes chosin to be our principall;

Welcome to be our Princés of honour,

Our perle, our plesans, and our paramour,

Our peax, our play, our plane felicité;

Chryst thé conserf frome all adversité.

Than all the birdis song with sic a schout.

That I annone awoilk quhair that I lay,

And with a braid I turnyt me about

To sé this court; bot all wer went away:

Then up I lenyt, halflingis in affray,

And thus I wret as ye haif hard to-sorrow.

Off lusty May upone the nynt morrow.