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; She said that one widow for so many was too few, And she bade the Welshman wend his way.

But then next came a yeoman, a yeoman of Kent , Jollily singing his roundelay; He spoke to the widow of living and rent, And where was the widow could say him nay?

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