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" He wolde ha rered up ful beyze

Oure banners, that bueth broht to grounde ; « Wel! longe we mowe clepe and crie 70

“ Er we a fuch kyrg han y-founde."

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Nou is Edward of Carnarvan

King of Engelond' al aplyht,
God lete him ner be worse man

Then is fader, ne lasse of myht,
To holden is pore men to ryht,

And understonde good counfail,
Al Engelong for to wyffe ant dyht;

Of gode knyhtes darh him nout fail.

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Thah mi tonge were mad of stel,

Ant min herte yzote of bras,
The godness myht y never telle,

That with kyng Edward was :
Kyng, as thou art cleped conquerour,

In uch bataille thou hadeft prys;
God bringe thi foule to the honour,

That ever wes, ant ever ys *.

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* Here follow in the original three lines more, which, es disparently ffurious, we chufe to throw to the bottom of ché Page, viz.

That lafteth ay withouten ende,

Bidde we God, ant oure Ledy to thilke bliffe Jelus us sende. Amen.

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