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60 THE THEEE EAVENS. |
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" His hounds they lie downe at his feete, So well they their master keepe.
" His haukes they flie so eagerly,
There's no fowle dare him com me." w
Downe there comes a fallow doe, As great with yong as she might goe.
She lift up his bloudy hed,
And kist his wounds that were so red.
She got him up upon her backe, u
And carried him to earthen lake.
She buried him before the prime,
She was dead herselfe ere even-song time.
God send every gentleman,
Such haukes, such houndes, and such a leman. 20 |
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