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Owain Phyfe
ja nus hons pris
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I will not say my honest reason
Adroitly, I do not complain;
But for comfort it will make a song.
Many friends, my pepper is the gift;
Shame will be upon them, for my reançon
Follow these two yvers taken.
This sevent well half men and half barons,
English, Norman, Poitevin and Gascon,
That I did not have such a poor companion,
Cui I left to have in price.
I do not say by any retraçon,
My still sui ge taken.
Ja no one taken will say his reason
Adroitly, dolanently no;
Me for comfort it will make a song.
Many have friends, my pepper is the gift.