And were on a defaute y-falle;
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Therwith the hunte wonder faste
Blew a forloyn at the laste.
I was go walked fro my tree,
And as I wente, ther cam by me
A whelp, that fauned me as I stood,
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That hadde y-folowed, and coude no good.
Hit com and creep to me as lowe,