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"E'er and anon, thence hither - |
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Yore of this glum gauntness. |
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Ye eavesdroppest to my plea - |
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Tarry not thy fealty! |
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Stint this bereavement dear friend! - |
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Wherefore dreegh me? |
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Nay leech, nay witch, |
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Doth but to cede my pall!" |
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Harness gilded, steed mounted. |
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Stern - I deem - a sire of conquer. |
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Alack! - Solely bethought - |
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Mayhap a song by the hearth?! |
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Uncouth esquire parch'd my veins - |
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Drat this sapling-drag! - Fray me! - |
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And heed me! - Aye! - Be naught! - |
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Should ye muster daggers in thy brow! |
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"Fare well! - my kinsmen - |
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I have drunk my last ale - |
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Eat and drink well - |
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O! - Behold my final skirmish." |
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Crops be irk'd by draught - |
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Kinsmen waylain by robbers - |
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Kine of thine stampeding - |
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Curse thee fore'ermore! |
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Until then ne'er will I drink wine, |
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Nor shall I feel the melodious taste of honey! |
