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274 ALS Y TOD ON AY MOUNDAT.
On me he cald, and bad me bide;
Well stille y stode.ay litel space ; 10
Fra Lanchestre the parke syde
Yeen he come, wel fair his pase. He hailsed me with mikel pride;
Ic haved wel mykel ferly wat he was; I saide,—" Wel mote the betyde, is
That litel man with large face."
I beheld that litel man
Bi the strete als we gon gae; His berd was syde ay large span,
And glided als the fether of pae ; as
His heved was wyte als ony swan,
His hegehen was gret and grai als so; , Brues lange, wel I the can
Merk it to fize inches and mae.
Armes scort, for sothe I saye, 25
Ay span seemed thaem to bee: Handes brade vytouten nay,
And fingeres lange, he scheued me. Ay stane he tok op thar it lay,
And castit forth that I moth see ; w
Ay merk-soot of large way
Bifore me strides he castit three.
Wel stille I stod als did the stane, To loke him on thouth me nouth lang;
His robe was alle gold begane, ss
Wel craftelike maked, I understande; |
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Finlay, 36, crustlike. |
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