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LIV

[She sat and sowde that hath done me the wrong]

She sat and sowde that hath done me the wrong
Wherof I plain, and have done many a daye;
And whilst she herd my previous hit plaint next hit in pitious song
Wisshed my hert the samplar as it lay.
The blynd maister whome I haue serued so long,
Grudging to here that he did here her saye,
Made her owne wepon do her fynger blede,
To fele if pricking were so good in dede.