‘Shalt thou neuer ete ne drynke,’ saide the stuarde,
‘Tyll my lorde be come to towne:’
‘I make myn auowe to God,’ saide Litell John,
‘I had leuer to crake thy crowne.’
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The boteler was full vncurteys,
There he stode on flore;
He start to the botery
And shet fast the dore.
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