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THE DAY ESTIVAL;
Are nothing like the colour red,
And beauty of the sky.
And beauty of the sky.
Our west horizon circular,
From time the sun be set,
Is all with rubies, as it were,
Or roses red, o'erfret.
From time the sun be set,
Is all with rubies, as it were,
Or roses red, o'erfret.
What pleasure were to walk and see,
Endlong a river clear,
The perfect form of every tree
Within the deep appear.
Endlong a river clear,
The perfect form of every tree
Within the deep appear.
The salmon out of crooves and creels
Up hauled into skouts;
The bells and circles on the weills,
Through louping of the trouts.
Up hauled into skouts;
The bells and circles on the weills,
Through louping of the trouts.
O then it were a seemly thing,
While all is still and calme,
The praise of God to play and sing
With cornet and with shalme.
While all is still and calme,
The praise of God to play and sing
With cornet and with shalme.
But now the herds, with many shout,
Calls other by their name,
"Go, billie, turn our good about,
Now time is to go hame."
Calls other by their name,
"Go, billie, turn our good about,
Now time is to go hame."
