They traine to rowe with Welleslee.
(My love's longe haire shines brighte as golde.)
Of smarte instructors and tutors proude,
(Pride aye goeth before a falle,)
Shee says shee's mashed the entire crowde.
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(The sunne shines brighte on the castle wall.)
Shee's learned the slange and shee's learned "the swing,"
(The bird swings lowe on the hawthorne boughe,)
Shee talks of Bancroft and Ernst and Tyng.
(Joy is followed aye by woe.)
My hope is gone, my pride is o'er,
(The olde cock learns as the younge one crows,)
I ne'er sholde knowe my daughter more.
(The daye is colde when the north wynd blows.)