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VIII.
Man.I rise with the sun,
Like him to drive the wain,
And ere my work is done,
I sing a song or twain.
I follow the plough-tail,
With a long jub of ale.
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It needeth not to tell;
Sir Priest might not cry woe,
Could his bull do as well.
I dance the best heiedeygnes,
And foil the wisest feygnes.
On every saint's high-day
With the minstrel I am seen,
All a-footing it away
With maidens on the green.
But oh! I wish to be more great
In glory, tenure, and estate.
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