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Þo þe brugge was al ȝare,Þat men miȝten ouer fare.
Hit bitidde vppon a day,
Wil charles in his bed lay,
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& þe gode kniȝt oger,
Ouer þe brugge þei wenten ifeere,
Auntres for to sen & here.
& þo þei ouer passed were,
Such auntres þei funden þere,
For al þe good vnder sonne,
Þei nolde habben þe gamen bi-gonne.
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