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‘All our greatt ordienance wee’ll take in;
Fetch downe my streemers,’ then saide hee,
‘And hange me forth a white willowe-wande,
As a marchante-man that sailles by the sea.’
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By Sir Andrewe then mye lord he past,
And noe topsaille let fall would hee:
‘What meanes yonne English dogg?’ he saies,
‘Dogs doe knowe noe curtissie.