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I will find a day to massacare them all
the cruel general and his traitoris sons
to whom I sued for my dear sons life
they will know what tis to make a queen
kneel in the streets and beg for grace in vain.

Ye white sanguine shallow heated boys
ye white limed walls
ye ale house painted signs
Coal-black is better then any other hue
in that it scornes to bear another hue
for all the waters of the ocean
could not turn a swans black legs white
although it lave them hourly in the flood