E saw miny briddes seten on a tree He token her flight and flowen away With ego dixi, have a good day Many white fedres hath the pye I may noon more singen, my lippes arn so dry! Manye white federes hath the swan The mor that I drinke, the lesse good I can! Ley stikkes on the fer, wil mot it brenne Geve us onys drinken er we gon henne! Omnes gentes plaudite