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A Selection Of The Best English Lyric Ballads Chosen & Edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch

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'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.'
forlorne] lost
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