 | The collected works of Ambrose Bierce |  |
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YE FOE TO CATHAYE
O never an oathe sweares he,And never a pig-taile jerkes;
With a brick-battle he ne lurkes
For to buste ye crust, perdie,
Of ye man from over sea,
A-synging as he werkes.
For he knows ful well, ys youth,
A tricke of exceeding worth:
And he plans withouten ruth
A conflagration's birth!
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