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‘By Mary,’ said that lady clere,
‘Me for-thinkith, that thou com) here, [1660]
Thy deth now is dight;
For here dwellith a geaunt,
He is clepud Weraunt, [1650]
He is to the devill̴ be-taught.
To day at morn) he toke his croke,
Forth at the yates the way he toke,
And said, he wold haue a draught;