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And wore  a  look  of  honesty,
                                            Likewise  a  flaunt!.!  shirt.
                                       Strong was  his  arm ;  warm was  his  heart;
                                            Cold  was  his  common-sense ;
                                       J-Jnt, otherwise,  poor  Sam-u-el
                                            Had  not  a  dozen  pence.


                                       Yet Albaciiida scoffed  and  scorned
                                            Ye high  and  haughty  knight:
                                       She  did not like  his  iron  clothes,
                                            Nor care to  see  him  fight.
                                       I Its  castle was  too  old  and  dark ;
                                            She  scorned  his  gold  as  well—
                                       Her father on  Sir Mosc  did  smile :
                                            She  clung  to  Sam-u-el.

                                                         C anto  II.

                                       One  morning- in  ye  month  of  May,
                                            Amidst ye  growing  grain,
                                       Y e rival  lovers  met.  eftsoon,
                                            A-coming  down ye  lane,
                                       “ Give  way,  vile  caitiff I”  cried  Sir  Mose,
                                            “ And  lot  me journey  on  ;
                                       Or  1  will  strew  thy  fragments  up
                                            And down  ye  horizon 1 ”


                                       Then  hold Sir  Mo.se  he  drew  his  sword,
                                            Felt  once  its  fusty edge,
                                       And slashed  a  slash  at  Sam-u-el
                                            That  mowed  ten  yards  of  hedge.
                                       I'  faith !   It  was  a  vicious  blow
                                            And  whist'ed  in  ye a ir!
                                       But when  it  reached  hrave  Sam-u-el,
                                            Sam-u-el  was  not there.
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