YFoe to Cathaye

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Y Foe to Cathaye

O never an oathe sweares he,

And never a pig-taile jerkes;

With a brick-batte he ne lurkes

For to buste y crust, perdie,

Of y man from over sea,

A-synging as he werkes.

For he knows ful well, y youth,

A tricke of exceeding worth:

And he plans withouten ruth

A conflagration’s birth!