Mediaeval Baebes - Now Springes The Spray Now springes the spray All for love I am so seek That slepen I ne may Als I me rode this endre day O' my pleyinge Seih I whar a litel may Began to singe "The clot him clinge! Way as him I' love-longinge Shall libben ay!" Son I herde that mirye note Thider I drogh I fonde hire In an herber swot Under a bogh With joye enough Son I asked, "Thou mirue may Why singes tou ay?" Than answerde that maiden swote Midde wordes fewe "My lemman me haves bihot Of love trewe He changes anewe Yiif I may, it shall him rewe By this day!"