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The Whittler's Tale
Once rode forth a royal son
Who ached to see the vales and dun
As far and wide as man could go
With but one groom, Ed, brought thereto.
Now lost was he in branch and briar
When sped off westward Phoebus' fire.
Then spied he a pretty little maid
Flitting past in deep'ning shade
'Sweet lady, canst thou shelter me?
I know not where the road may be.'
'If I must truly, ' quoth she with no joy
'But I'd counsel you to guard your boy,
And neither eat nor drink tonight.'
'Why thus? You fill poor Ed with fright.'
'My stepdam's spells and potions black