Contynually I shall remember The mery moneth of September, With the ix day of the same, For then began our myrth and game. So that now I have devysed, And in my mynde I have comprised, Of the prowde Scot, kynge Jemmy, To write some lytell tragedy, For no maner consyderacyon Of any sorowfull lamentacyon, But for the specyall consolacyon Of all our royall Englysh nacyon.
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