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Nowe will we leave talkinge of Harry Hunt;
The worthye Howwarde tooke to the sea;
By the morne, by seven a clocke, and souner,
My lord hee did Sir Andrewe see.
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A larborde, wher Sir Andrewe laye,
They saide he tould his gold in the light;
‘Nowe, by my faith,’ saide my lord Charlles Howwarde,
‘I se yonne Scootte, a worthë wight!