¶ Sonnys of the hert and the hynde lerne yit ye may Ther thay draw to the herde at holi roode day To the stepe then thay goon yche hote day at noon Which stepe thay vsen my childer I yow say Tiƚƚ hit be Myddesomere at the last way The cause of the stepe is to weere hym fro the flee Who so commyth to that place may se hit with his ighe An other thyng thay vse my chylde also The same seson of the yere to soyle to go Of the criẏng of theẏs beestẏs. ¶ An hert belowys and a bucke gronys I fynde And iche Roobucke certayne bellis by kynde The noyes of theyes beestys thus ye shaƚƚ caƚƚ For pride of theyre make thay vsen hit aƚƚ Say chylde where ye goo: yowre dame taght you so Merke well theẏs sesonẏs folowẏng. ¶ Tyme of grece begynnyth at mydsomer day And tyƚƚ holi Roode day lastyth as I you say ¶ The seson of the fox fro the Natiuyte Tyƚƚ the annunciacion of owre lady fre ¶ Seson of the Robucke at Ester shaƚƚ begynne And tiƚƚ mychelmas lastith nygh or she blynne ¶ The seson of the Roo begynnyth at Michelmas And hit shaƚƚ endure and last vntiƚƚ Candilmas ¶ At Michelmas begynnyth huntyng of the hare And lastith tiƚƚ mydsomer ther nyƚƚ no man hit spare ¶ The seson of the wolfe is in iche cuntre At the seson of the fox and euermore shaƚƚ be ¶ The seson of the boore is from the Natiuyte Tiƚƚ the purification of owre lady so fre For at the Natiuyte of owre lady swete He may fynde where he goth vnder his feete Booth in wodys and feldis corne and oder frute When he after foode makyth any sute Crabbys and acornys and nottis ther thay grow Hawys and heeppes and other thyngꝭ ynow That tiƚƚ the purification lastys as ye se And makyth the Boore in seson to be For while that frute may: last his time is neuer past Of the huntẏng of the haare Now to speke of the haare how aƚƚ shaƚƚ be wroght When she shaƚƚ with houndes be foundyn and soght The first worde to the houndis that the hunt shaƚƚ owt pit Is at the keneƚƚ doore when he openys it That aƚƚ may hym here: he shaƚƚ say arere. For his howndes wolde cum to hastely That is the first worde my sonne of venery And when he hath couplyd his houndes ychoon And is forth with hem to the felde goon And when he has of cast his cowples at wiƚƚ Then shaƚƚ he speke and say his howndes tiƚƚ Hors de couple auaunt se auaunt twis so And then So ho so ho. thries and no mo And then say .Sa sa cy auaunt So how I you pray And iff ye se yowre howndes haue good wiƚƚ to renne And draw a waywarde fro yow say as I yow kenne Here how amy. agayne hem caƚƚ so Than .Sweff mon amy sweff. to make hem soft go And iff any fynde of the haare ther he hath bene And he hight Richer or Bemounde thus to hym bedene Oyes a Bemounde le vaillant. and I shaƚƚ you avowe Q^e quida tron̄ la cowarde on la court cowe That Bemonde the worthe with owt any fayle That wenyth to fynde the coward with the short tayle