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Knight And
There came three merry men from south, west, and north,
Ever more sing the roundelay;
To win the Widow of Wycombe forth,

Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn
Where may the grave of that good man be
— By the side of a spring, on the breast of Helvellyn, Under the twigs of a young birch tree
The oak that in summer was sweet to hear, And rustled its...

I'll tell thee everything I can:
There's little to relate
I saw an aged aged man,
A-sitting on a gate