Whilom ther was dwellynge at Tarrietoune
An bouchere's ladd, full welle I knewe,
To mee mayde hee courte, bothe ye Nighte and ye Daye
And nouwe thereto at Houme will he Notte staye.

Digge wyde and deep my grayve, do I privee,
Ande may herbes of wylde goose growe there overe me.


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