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I am so sorry now that ye be light, for sartis, but ye make me heavy. Cheer me were as leaf be laid upon my bier,. For which, unto your mercy, thus i cry, beith heavy again, or else, mus i die. O, conqueror of brutus albion, which that by line and frae elexion be very king. This song to you i send. And ye that may all o'er harm a man, have mind upon me supplication to you, my purse, and to none other wight complain i for ye be.