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"...He is up to England gone,
Even as fast as he could hie,
Until he came to King Henry's gate,
And who was there but King Henry.

Come in, say he, you silly blind harper,
And of thy harping let me hear.
Oh by my sooth, cries silly blind harper,
I'd rather have stabling for my mare..."

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