Have I Told You of Paddockis?<br>
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_Words: Hibrida Longhair<br>
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Tune: "Coming through the Rye or "Little Crocodile<br>
Source: Standing Song Stone Book<br>
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How doth the little paddocki<br>
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Improve his wartish skin<br>
So that it glows most merrily<br>
In every lowish den!<br>
How cunningly he plights his trap<br>
Baited with his jewels<br>
And labours to enrapt<br>
Divers credulous fools.<br>
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In works of ardor or in swill<br>
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He has no subtlety,<br>
But strives for ere for his will<br>
With damned dexterity.<br>
In hel, in fire, or witches brew,<br>
He may be found at last,<br>
With this curse upon his crew,<br>
"May their own stones be passes!"<br>
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