And wortes fleshles wrought,
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And water to drynken,
And werchen and wolward gon,
As we wrecches usen.
An aunter gif ther wolde on,
Among an hol hundred,
Lyven so for Godes love
In tyme of a wyntere."
"Leve Peres," quath I tho,
And wortes fleshles wrought,
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And water to drynken,
And werchen and wolward gon,
As we wrecches usen.
An aunter gif ther wolde on,
Among an hol hundred,
Lyven so for Godes love
In tyme of a wyntere."
"Leve Peres," quath I tho,