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One day beneathe a willowe tree, / Love met a mayde moste faire to see; / "Come play at hyde and seeke," cried he.
"With alle my hearte! " -- quoth she.
"I'm it! " Love cries, and rounde hys eyes / A scarfe the maiden bindeth, / And inne and oute and rounde aboute / Ye willowe trees he windeth -- / Yette ne'er the maiden findeth.
Stille inne and oute and rounde aboute, / And stille no maiden meetinge; / Till, piqued, ye rogue unbinds hys eyes, / And, perched upon a branch, espies / Ye mayde retreatinge; / "Fie! Fie! " cries Love -- "you're cheetinge!"
"Now, you," quothe he, "must seeke for me! " / She binds her eyes, assentinge, / And inne and oute and rounde aboute, / Seeks she for Love relentinge --
But Love, they say -- alas, ye day!
Has spread his wings and flown away, / And left ye mayde lamentinge, / And left ye mayde repentinge.