The man from Palladium Briar
Was dressed in fine silk green
The Quaker and the Friar
Were sent in from the queen
But the queen she did not like him
No more did the king
The gent was an earl of Pembroke
And a merry old soul was he
He called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his harpers three
Each harper he had a harp
And played beautifully on key
There's none so rare as can compare
Of such prominent degree
His servant went to the mill
To fetch some malted grain
And brewed some fine dark ale
As the briar told a fine tall tale
In refuge from the spouting rain
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