Clever man walks fields of corn...
Gallant maiden hands him a corn...
She sheds the seeds of the corn...
He sheds the corn in half..
How, he licks the soil of dirt...
How, he licks the soil of dirt...
Makes the gallant maiden giggle...
In the fields of the finest corn...
he weeps for no reason walking away...
She watches and weep...
Holding half of the corn in her heart...
The other he takes it and weeps on it...
Both mistaken the other...
None gallant...
None clever...
Both feeble minded...
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