The Boris Hede In Hond I Bryng Lyrics

Hey, hey, hey, hey
The borrys hede is armyd gay.

The boris hede in hond I bryng,
With garlond gay in porttoryng,
I pray yow alle with me to synge,
with hay.

Lordys, kny速tes, and skyers,
Persons, prystis, and wycars,
The boris hede ys the furt mes,
with hay.

The boris hede, as I yow say,
He takis his leyfe, and gothe his way,
Gone after the .xij. theyl ffyt day,
with hay.

Then commys in the secunde kowrs with mykylle pryde,
The crannus, the heyrrouns, the bytteris, by ther syde,
The pertrychys and the plowers, the wodcokus and the snyt,
with hay.

Larkys in hot schow, ladys for to pyk,
Good drynk thereto, lycyus and fyne,
Blwet of Allmayne, romnay and wyin,
with hay.

Gud bred alle and wyin dare I welle say,
The boris hede with musterd armyd soe gay;
Furmante to pottage, with wennissun fyne,
And the hombuls of the down, and all that ever commis in;
Cappons i-bake, with the pesys of the roow,
Reysons of corrons, with odyre spysis moo.