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[He saw in sight of his house]
He saw in sight of his house,
At dusk, as stories tell,
A woman picking mulberries,
And he liked her looks right well.
At dusk, as stories tell,
A woman picking mulberries,
And he liked her looks right well.
He struggled out of his chair,
And began to beckon and call;
But she went on picking mulberries,
Nor looked at him at all.
And began to beckon and call;
But she went on picking mulberries,
Nor looked at him at all.
“If Famine should follow you,
He would find the harvest in;
You think yourself and your mulberries
Too good for a Mandarin.
He would find the harvest in;
You think yourself and your mulberries
Too good for a Mandarin.
I have yellow gold in my sleeve.”
But she answered, sharp and bold,
“Be off! Let me pick my mulberries,
I am bought with no man's gold.”
But she answered, sharp and bold,
“Be off! Let me pick my mulberries,
I am bought with no man's gold.”
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She scratched his face with her nails,
Till he turned and fled for life,
For the lady picking mulberries
Was his true and virtuous wife!
Till he turned and fled for life,
For the lady picking mulberries
Was his true and virtuous wife!
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