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Then be-spake the ladie fayre,
‘Peace, Lord of Learne! I doe pray thee;
Ffor if noe loue you show this child,
Noe favor can you haue of mee.’
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‘Will you beleeue me, lady faire,
When the truth I doe tell yee?
Att Aberdonie, beyond the sea,