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Far away in a little street there is a

poor house . I can see a woman
seated at a table. In a bed in the

corner of the room her little boy is

lying ill. Swallow, Swallow, little
Swallow, will you bring her the ruby

out of my sword-hilt? My feet are

fastened to here and I cannot move.