Early English Poetry, Ballads, and Popular Literature of the Middle Ages, Volume 22 |
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Why , wyll ye folowe my counsell ? Hu . Ye . Sen. Than we wyll have lytell Nell , A
proper wenche , she daunsith well , And Jane with the blacke lace ; We wyll have
Bounsynge Besse also , And two or thre proper Ryght feyr and smotter of face .
Why , wyll ye folowe my counsell ? Hu . Ye . Sen. Than we wyll have lytell Nell , A
proper wenche , she daunsith well , And Jane with the blacke lace ; We wyll have
Bounsynge Besse also , And two or thre proper Ryght feyr and smotter of face .
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Why , Goggis soule ! wyll ye so shortly Breke poyntment with yonder company ,
Where ye shulde come to supper ? I trust ye wyll not breke promys so . Hu . I care
not greatly yf I do , Yt is but a taverne matter . Sen. Than wyll I go shew them what
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Why , Goggis soule ! wyll ye so shortly Breke poyntment with yonder company ,
Where ye shulde come to supper ? I trust ye wyll not breke promys so . Hu . I care
not greatly yf I do , Yt is but a taverne matter . Sen. Than wyll I go shew them what
...
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Yet ere I departe , some songe I wyll synge , To the intent to declare my joye
without feare , And in the mean tyme you maye , my swetynge , Rest yourselfe in
this lytell chayre . THE SONGE . ; Spyte of his spyte , which that in vayne , Doth ...
Yet ere I departe , some songe I wyll synge , To the intent to declare my joye
without feare , And in the mean tyme you maye , my swetynge , Rest yourselfe in
this lytell chayre . THE SONGE . ; Spyte of his spyte , which that in vayne , Doth ...
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