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So  fierce and  fearful  was ye  stroke
                                             Sir What’s-his-name  arose.
                                        Turned three  successive  summersaults,
                                             And  landed  on  his nose.
                                        His stove-platcs  drove  him  in ye  mud
                                             Six inches  by  ye fall r
                                        Ye knight.,  so  weightily  got  up.
                                             Could  not  get  up  at all.


                                        Sam-u-el  did  not haste away,
                                             For  he  had  tut a stick
                                        Four  times  as  long as his right arm,
                                             And o c ei  a'most  as thick;
                                        Then, though yc  knight  was well  dressed  up..
                                             Ye  farmer  dressed  him  down,
                                        He made ye knight  so  black and blue
                                             fie  was quite  done  up  brown.
                                        "Y e  picked this  bcrl,"  quoth  Sam-u-el,
                                             rl Me thinks  I'll  let  thee  lie :
                                        Thy  lying  once will  be grim  truth.
                                             Sweet dreams,  fair sir I   Good-by!>a
                                        Ye knight,  so  sorely  taken  in,
                                             Would  fain  he taken  out;
                                        " I  stick  at this! ”  in  wrath  he  cried,
                                             And  loud  for  help  did shout.


                                        And eke  he  sware a  mighty vow,
                                             “ Great  fishing-hooks,  y J  bet,
                                        By  my best Sunday  garter-stringi,
                                             I’ll  beat yc plough-man  yet  !”
                                        Hi?, hair it stood  straight  up  for  rage;
                                             His  lips  were  white  with foam f
                                        He sware to  go  that  night  and  burn
                                             Sam-u-el's  humble  home.
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