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 Gets on his hoes and now-boots both, His journey for to take.

Away in hate the hepherd goes, With courage if tout and bold, With dog, his plaid, and kent alo, He fears no frot nor cold.

The hepherd goes to view his flock, To ee if they be right; Gin no devouring beat hath come, Upon them in the night.

For to diturb his flock’s repoe When they were left alone, Jut in the dead time of the night, When he to bed was gone.

Some times the ravening wolf doth come And catches ome alo, Or windy torms may drive atray, Or cover them with now.

He gathers all his flock alo, Jut with his pecial care, For fear that any one be lot, No toil or pains doth pare. Then