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LXI. [OF THE SAME.]
Quhat suld I wish, if wishing war not va[ne?]Gold? silver? stones? or precious peirlis of I[nd?]
No, no; I carie not a misers mynd;
I wish no more bot to be borne agane;
Provyding that I micht a man rema[ne,]
And sho that bure me, euen of sik a kyn[d]
That in hir birth hir persone war not py[nd,]
Bot ay the plesur to exceid the pane.
Then to be borne into a bonie bark,
To saill the seyis, in sik tym of the ȝeir
Vhen hevy hartis it helthsum halds to he[ir]
The mirthful mav[is] and the lovesome [larke.]
In end, I wold, my voyage being maid,
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