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For their noon-meat, and cheese ín théir hide-scrips;
And fór their bever, wig, in goat skins tough;
Those seen me, a Stranger, not far from them, off;
There, one from thé herd-crew, ran, shouting forth:
Which bade me, in Cædmons name, (their Abbeys use;)
To turn and eat, of súch cheer as they have.
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