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‘Yes,’ Harye answered, sore he sight,
With a woefull hart thus did he saye;
‘Mary, overwell I knowe that wight,
I was his pressoner yesterdaie.
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‘Toe frome home, my lord, that I was boune,
A Burgess voyage was boune so faire,
Sir Andrewe Barton met with me,
And robd me of mye merchantes-waire.