‘Ffarwell Tocstaffe, that trustye parke,
And the fayre riuer that runes there beside,
There I was wont to chase the hinde and hart!
Now therin will I neuer abide.
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‘Ffarwell bold Birkhead! there was I boorne,
Within the abbey and that monesterye;
The sweet covent for mee may mourne;
I gaue to you the tythe of Beeston, trulye.
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