Mediæval Bæbes - Besse Bunting lyrics
In Aprell and in May, When hartes be all mery, Besse Bunting, the millaris may, Withe lippes so red as chery, She cast in hir remembrance To pa**e hir time in daliance And to leve hir thought driery. Right womanly arayd In a peticote of whit, She was nothing dismayd - Hir countenance was full light.