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That he purchast of me in the playne field:
Sore against my will was I forst to yield.

Willye.
Sicker make like account of his brother.
But who shall iudge the wager wonne or lost?

Perigot.
That shall yonder heardgrome, and none other,
Which ouer the pousse hetherward doth post.

Willye.
But for the Sunnebeame so sore doth vs beate,
Were not better, to shunne the scortching heate?

Perigot.
Well agreed Willy: then sitte thee downe swayne:
Sike a song neuer heardest thou, but Colin sing.

Cuddie.
Gynne, when ye lyst, ye iolly shepheards twayne:
Sike a iudge, as Cuddie, were for a king.

Perigot.t fell vpon a holly eue,
 

Willye.hey ho hollidaye,
Per.When holly fathers wont to shrieue:
Wil.now gynneth this roundelay.
Per.Sitting vpon a hill so hye,
Wil.hey ho the high hyll,
Per.The while my flocke did feede thereby,
Wil.the while the shepheard selfe did spill:
Per.I saw the bouncing Bellibone,
Wil.hey ho Bonibell,
Per.Tripping ouer the dale alone,
Wil.she can trippe it very well:
Per.Well decked in a frocke of gray,
Wil.hey ho gray is greete,
Per.And in a Kirtle of greene saye,
Wil.the greene is for maydens meete:
Per.A chapelet on her head she wore,
Wil.hey ho chapelet,
Per.Of sweete Violets therein was store,
Wil.she sweeter then the Violet.

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