Stranica 57 [57]
GOOD KING ARTHUR.
There was an Owl lived in an oak,
Whiskey, Whaskey, Weedle ;
And all the words he ever spoke
Were Fiddle, Faddle, Feedle.
A sportsman chanced to come that way,
Whiskey, Whaskey, Weedle ;
Says he, "I 11 shoot you, silly bird,
So Fiddle, Faddle, Feedle!”
GOOD KING ARTHUR.
He was a goodly King;
He bought three pecks of barley-meal,
To make a bag-pudding.
A bag-pudding the King did make,
And stuffed it well with plums,
And in it put great lumps of fat,
As big as my two thumbs.
The King and Queen did eat thereof,
And noblemen beside ;
And what they could not eat that night,
The Queen next morning fried.
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