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Kit hath lost her Kye
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Kit hath lost her key, her key Good Kit hath lost her key She is so sorry for the cause she wot not what to say Kit she wept, I asked why so That she made all this moan She said. 'alas! I am so woe My key is lost and gone' Kit she wept and cryed on high And for her key did ask She be height to Saint Sith a key [St Sith/St Zita is the patron saint of household workers] And offred to him a key of wax Kit she wept and cryed 'alas!' Her key she could not find In faith I trow in bower she was With some that were not kenned |
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