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Wine in well rose spark!ingly, Beer was rolling darklingly,
Bragget brimmed the pbnd. Lard was oozing heavily, Merry malt moved wavily,
Through the floor beyond.
Lake of broth lay spicily, Fat froze o'er it icily,
'Tween the wall and shore; Butter rose in hedges high, Cloaking all its edges high
White lard blossomed o'er.
Apple alley bowering, Pinked-topped orchards flowering,
Fenced off hill and wind; Leek tree forests loftily, Carrots branching tuftily,
Guarded it behind.
Ruddy waters rosily Welcomed us right cosily
To the fire and rest; Seven coils of sausages, Twined in twisted passages,
Round each brawny breast.
Their chief I discover him, Suet mantle over him,
By his lady bland; Where the caldron boiled away, The Dispenser toiled away,
With his fork in hand. |
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