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Wanne mine eyhnen misten
And mine hren sissen
And my nouse coldet
And my tongue foldet
And my rude staket
And mine lippes blaken
And my muth grennet
And my spotel rennet
And mine her riset
And mine herte griset
And mine honden bivien,
And mine fet stivien-
Al to late !al to late!
Wanne the bere is ate gate.
Thanner i schel flutte
From bedde to flore
From flore to here
From here to bere
From bere to putte
And te putt fordut
Thanne lyd mine hus uppe mine nose.
Of all this world ne give I it a pese!
(c) An old English folk poem