‘My mother, shee was a witch woman,
And part of itt shee learned mee;
Shee wold let me see out of Lough Leuen
What they dyd in London cytye.’
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‘But who is yonde, thou good laydye,
That comes yonder with an osterne fface?’
‘Yond’s Sir Iohn Forster, Iamye,’ shee sayd;
‘Methinkes thou sholdest better know him then I.’
‘Euen soe I doe, my goodlye ladye,