And wyth shetes let hys wyfe downe,
And hys chyldren thre.
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‘Haue here my treasure,’ sayde William,
‘My wyfe and my chyldren thre;
For Christes loue do them no harme,
But wreke you all on me.’
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Wyllyam shot so wonderous well,
Tyll hys arrowes were all go,