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‘Nowe by me is yoen pedler past;
It greves me at the hart,’ said hee;
‘Fetch me yoen English dogs,’ he saide,
‘I’le hange them al on my mayn-mast-tree.’
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Then his pennis shotte of a peec[e] of ordenance;
The shootte my lord might verye well ken,
Fore he shootte downe his missonne-mast,
And kild fifteen of my lordë’s men.