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I, you know, my family's foughten for this country, I've foughten for this country—

Joe The Plumber: Everyone is Entitled to an Opinion Renee 2009

I, you know, my family's foughten for this country, I've foughten for this country—

Archive 2009-10-01 Renee 2009

Isna that kind of fray aye about honour? and what for should the honour of a substantial, four-nooked, sclated house of three stories, no be foughten for, as weel as the credit of ony of these feckless callants that make such a fray about their reputation? —

Saint Ronan's Well 2008

Then wept Aurea, and this Viridis here, but as to me, I grew wroth and cried out to the steerer: Accursed carline! thou hast betrayed us; never now may we get back to our pavilion till the fight is foughten, and our lovers will deem that we have forsaken them, and we are shamed for ever.

The Water of the Wondrous Isles 2007

Now on a day came a messenger on the spur, and did us to wit that the king would be with us on the morrow, and that the day after, the fateful field should be foughten.

The Water of the Wondrous Isles 2007

The Naimani also, and the people called Karakitay assembled and banded themselues at a certaine straight valley, where, after a battell foughten they were vanquished by the Mongals.

The long and wonderful voyage of Frier Iohn de Plano Carpini 2004

And it fresethe so strongly alle zeres, that many tymes men han foughten upon the Ise with grete hostes, bothe parties on fote, and hire hors voyded for the tyme: and what on hors and on fote, mo than 200000 persones on every syde.

The Voyages and Travels of Sir John Mandeville 2004

Some other, being of lowe and base condition, by adventuring in many skirmishes and foughten battels, trampling in the bloud of their brethren and friends, have bene mounted to the soveraigne dignity of Kingdomes (beleeving that therein consisted the truest happinesse) but bought with the deerest price of their lives.

The Decameron 2004

So this bout, or round, if you please, was foughten warily by me, with gentle recollection of what my tutor, the clever boy, had told me, and some resolve to earn his praise before I came back to his knee again.

Lorna Doone Richard Doddridge 2004

But finding now that I had foughten three-score fights already, he came up to me woefully, in the quickness of my breathing, while I sat on the knee of my second, with a piece of spongious coralline to ease me of my bloodshed, and he says in my ears, as if he was clapping spurs into a horse, — ‘Never thee knack under, Jan, or never coom naigh Hexmoor no more.’

Lorna Doone Richard Doddridge 2004