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Answeare to my Lady Alice Edgertons Songe, Of I prethy send mee back my Hart, An

I cannot send you back my hart
for I have lost my owne
And that as Centry stands apart
Soe Watchman is alone.

Now I doe leave you for to spy
where I my Lampe will place
And if your Scouts, do bring alye
May bee your selfe will face.

Then if you challenge mee the feild
And would me battle sett
I then as Maister of the feild
Perhaps may prove your nett.
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