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THE NOBLE FISHERMAN
'It will be long,' said the master then,
' Ere this great lubber do thrive on the sea ;
Fie assure you he shall have no part of our fish, For in truth he is of no part worthy.'
' O woe is me,' said Simon then, ' This day that ever I came here !
I wish I were in Plomton Parke, In chasing of the fallow deere.
' For every clowne laughs me to scorne, And they by me set nought at all ;
If I had them in Plomton Park, I would set as little by them all.'
They piuckt. up anchor, and away did sayle, More of a day then two or three ;
But Simon spied a ship of warre,
That sayld towards them most valourouslie.
' O woe is me,' said the master then, ' This day that ever I was borne !
For all our fish we have got to-day Is every bit lost and forlorne.
' For your French robbers on the sea, They will not spare of us one man,
But carry us to the coast of France, And ligge us in the prison strong.'