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He
boasted
in
rhyme
and
in
roundelay
;
She
bade
him
go
bask
by
his
sea-coal
fire
,
For
she
was
the
widow
would
say
him
nay
.
Wamba
.
The
next
that
came
forth
,
swore
by
blood
and
by
nails
,
Merrily
sing
the
roundelay
;
Hur
's
a
gentleman
,
God
wot
,
and
hur
's
lineage
was
of
Wales
,
And
where
was
the
widow
might
say
him
nay
?
Sir
David
ap
Morgan
ap
Griffith
ap
Hugh
Ap
Tudor
ap
Rhice
,
quoth
his
roundelay
