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‘Come hether quick, thou Girdon goode,
And come thou hether at my call,
Fore heare I may noe longer staye;
Goe up and let my beames down fall.’
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Then he swarmd up the maine-mast-tree,
With mickell might and all his maine;
Then Horsley with a broode-headed arrowe
Stroke then Girdon throughe the weame.