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There in the oozy grounds of the Fen, |
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They gather the sorrel. |
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That officer, |
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Is elegant beyond measure. |
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He is elegant beyond measure. |
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But, perhaps, he is not what the superintendent of the ruler's carriages ought to be. |
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There along the side of the Fen, |
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They gather the mulberry leaves. |
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That officer, |
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Is elegant as a flower. |
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He is elegant as a flower; |
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But, perhaps, he is not what the marshaller of the carriages ought to be. |
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There along the bend of the Fen, |
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They gather the ox-lips. |
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That officer, |
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Is elegant as a gem. |
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He is elegant as a gem; |
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But, perhaps, he is not what the superintendent of the ruler's relations should be. |