This Chanticleer stood high upon his toes, Stretching his neck and both his eyes did close, And so did crow right loudly for the nonce, And Russel Fox he started up at once,
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It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three, By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp’st thou me?
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I met a little cottage Girl, She was eight years old she said, Her hair was thick with many a curl, That clustered round her head.
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