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THE HAWTHORN TEEE. 313
" But howe and they chaunce to cut the downe, And carry thie braunches into the towne ? Then will they never no more be sene To growe againe so freshe and grene."
" Though that you do, yt ys no boote ; as
Althoughe they cut me to the roote,
Next yere againe I will he sene
To bude my branches freshe and grene.
" And you, faire maide, canne not do so;
For yf you let youre maid-hode goe, 30
Then will yt never no more be sene,
As I with my braunches can growe grene."
The maide wyth that beganne to blushe, And turned her from the hathorne-bushe ; She though[t]e herselffe so faire and clene, & Her bewtie styll would ever growe grene.
WTian that she harde this marvelous dowbte, She wandered styll then all aboute, Suspecting still what she would wene, Her maid-heade lost would never be seen. *>
"Wyth many a sighe, she went her waye, To se howe she made herselff so gay, To walke, to se, and to be sene, And so out-faced the hathorne grene.