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C anto  Ill-

                                       Above yc  deep  and  danksome  dell
                                             Beneath  ye  gloomy  wood,
                                       Y e wind it howled ;i  dismal  strain,
                                             Y e  knight  he  howled for  blood;
                                        But as  he stoic  along,  a  bull
                                             Espied  ye  lantern  dim,
                                       And  whilst  he liuntcd  Sam-u-el,
                                             Y e  bull  it  hunted  him !
                                       When it flow  in,  ye  light  flew  out;
                                             Y e  knight  flew,  with  a cry;
                                        His coat-tails they flew  out behind ;
                                             His  legs  how  they  did  fly i
                                       Y c  stovepipe!; flew;  yc  stove-1 ids,  too;
                                             His weapons  went  to  pot;
                                        Sir Mosc arose  upon  his  toes:
                                             He  just  got  up  and  got!



                                        With  those  great horns,  three  dolh-yards  long,
                                             A   whistling  in  ye  wind,
                                        So  on  ye knight  sped,  like  some  cur
                                             Wit.h  a tin  can  behind.
                                        For e'en a''most  two  miles  he  fled;
                                             Nigh tuckered  ot.it was  he,
                                        When  out of  danger’s  way  he  clonib
                                             Into  an  apple-tree,
                                        Whereon  he  hung  a-sbi vermg
                                             And shrieking  at ye beast,
                                        Till  Sam-u-el  came  out  to  work,
                                             When  day  dawned  in  ye east,


                                        Forsooth,  Sam-u-el’s  rage waxed  hot;
                                             Then loud  he  'gan to  laugh :
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