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When my lord he sawe that arrowe comme,
My lord he was a woefull wight;
‘Marke well thine ame, Horsley,’ he saide,
‘Fore that same shoote I’le make the knight.’
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‘Ever alacke!’ said Horsley then,
’ For howe soe ever this geare doth goe,
If I for my service louse my heade,
I have in this shippe but arrowe towe.’