Down in the plains of Mamre
A man sitting on the door of the tent
Saw men standing in the heat
He compelled to feed and wash their feet
so the four sat under a tree
They talked, drank and ate some meat
Down in the plains of Mamre
The Master and the servant dine
Angels left for Sodom
And friends remained to commune
An oath was then sworn
To visit according to the promise of time
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