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276 ALS T YOD ON AT MOUXDAY.
He vent forth, als y you say,
In at ay yate, y vnderstande ; In til ay yate wvndouten nay;
It to se thouth me notith lang. The bankers on the binkes lay,
And fair lordes sett y fonde ; In ilka ay hirn y herd ay lay,
And leuedys soth meloude sange.
[Here there seems to be a break, and a new made, -with a tale told not on a Monday, but Wednesday^
Lithe, bothe zonge and aide:
Of ay worde y will you saye, Ay litel tale that me was tald
Erli on ay Wedenesdaye. A mody barn, that was ful bald,
My friend that y framed aye, Al my gesing he me tald,
And galid me als we went bi waye.
" Miri man, that es so wyth, Of ay thing gif me answere: For him that mensked man wyt mith, Wat sal worth of this were ? &c.