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146 KEMP OWTSE.
But if you touch me, tail or fin, »
I swear my brand your death shall be."
He stepped in, gave her a kiss,
The royal brand he brought him wi';
Her breath was sweet, her hair grew short, And twisted nane about the tree; «o
And smilingly she came about, As fair a woman as fair could be.