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‘I her mey master blow,’ seyde Leytell John,

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They ran as thay were wode.

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Whan thay to thar master cam,

Leytell John wold not spare;

‘Master, how haffe yow ffare yn Notynggam?

How haffe yow solde yowre ware?’