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THE BOY AND THE MANTLE. |
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Then spake the little boy, That kept the mantle in hold; Sayes, " King, chasten thy wiffe, us Of her words shee is to bold:
Shee is a bitch and a witch,
And a whore bold :
King, in thine owne hall
Thou art a cuckold." im
The little boy stoode Looking out a dore ; 'And there as he was lookinge He was ware of a wyld bore.'
He was ware of a wyld bore, iss
Wold have werryed a man:
He pulld forth a wood kniffe,
Fast thither that he ran :
He brought in the bores head,
And quitted him like a man. i«>
He brought in the bores head,
And was wonderous bold :
He said there was never a cuckolds kniiFe
Carve itt that cold.
Some rubbed their knives i«
Uppon a whetstone: |
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