Manolo sings… Lenten ys come with loue to toune, With blosmen ant with briddes roune, That al this blisse bryngeth. Dayeseyes in this dales, Notes suete of nyhtegales, Vch foul song singeth. The threstelcoc him threteth oo; Away is huere wynter wo When woderoue springeth. his foules singeth ferly fele Ant wlyteth on huere wynne wele That al the wode ryngeth. The rose rayleth hire rode; The leues on the lyhte wode Waxen al with wille. The mone mandeth hire bleo; The lilie is lossom to seo, The fenyle ant the fille. Wowes this wilde drakes, Miles murgeth huere makes…