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For the cherl, he was so wode;
So gan he threten and manace,
And thurgh the haye he did me chace.
For feer of him I tremblid and quook,
So cherlishly his heed he shook;
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And seide, if eft he might me take,
I shulde not from his hondis scape.
Than Bialacoil is fled and mate,