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( 5 ) Then with a grievous groan!

and voice both hoare and dry

Farewel, quoth he, my lovely friends

for I this day mut die!

The meenger of death,

with golden trump I ee,

With many other angels more,

which found a call for me.

Instead of muic weet,

go ring my paing bell,

And with weet flowers traw my grave

that in my chamber mell.

Strip off my bride’s arry

my cork hoes from my feet,

And gentle mother be o kind,

as to bring my winding-heet.

My wedding-dinner dres,

betow upon the poor,

And to the hungry, blind & lame

that craveth at the door.