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[V. Loue tooke his bowe and arrow]
Loue tooke his bowe and arrowLoue tooke his bowe and arrow And slew his mothers sparrow I know not how it chanced Perhaps his arrowe glaunced, Away the wag him hied, Lord how am I apaied? My bird is dead and now my boy is straied, Lord how am I apayed?
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