- 1. With Lullay, Lullay
With lullay, lullay, like a child,
Thou sleepest too long, thou art beguiled!
"My darling dear, my daisy flower,
Let me," quoth he, "lie in your lap."
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- 2. Excerpt From Speke, Parrot
Parotte.
So many morall maters,* and so lytell vsyd ;
So myche newe makyng,* and so madd tyme spente ;
So myche translacion in to Englyshe confused ;
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- 3. The Bowge Of Courte
In Autumpne, whan the sonne in vyrgyne
By radyante hete enryped hath our corne,
Whan Luna, full of mutabylyte,
As Emperes the dyademe hath worne
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- 4. My Darling Dear, My Daisy Flower
WITH lullay, lullay, like a child,
Thou sleepèst too long, thou art beguiled!
'My darling dear, my daisy flower,
Let me,' quoth he, 'lie in your lap.'
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- 5. The Book Of Phillip Sparrow
Pla ce bo,
Who is there, who?
Di le xi,
Dame Margery;
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- 6. The Tunning Of Elenor Rumming
Tell you I chyll,
If that ye wyll
A whyle be styll,
Of a comely gyll
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- 7. From Colin Clout
What can it avail
To drive forth a snail,
Or to make a sail
Of an herringâ??s tail;
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