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Sackbuts loud and trumpets there might all men hear;

Fluting too and harping fell upon the ear.

Some on the rote were playing, others in song were vying;

They, by their jigs and fifing, soon would better clothes for themselves be buying.

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On the tenth morn it happened, (now hark to my sorry tale,)

That, after all their pastimes, there rose a bitter wail.

About these days so merry new tales were told on the morrow;

And tho’ they now were mirthful, they came to know deep gloom and heavy sorrow.