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Song: Down lay in a nook my ladys brach
By Sir Henry Taylor (18001886)
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And said, “My feet are sore,—
I cannot follow with the pack
A-hunting of the boar.
With the hounds in loud uproar,
Yet I must stop and lie down here,
Because my feet are sore.”
What answer did he give?—
“The dog that’s lame is much to blame,
He is not fit to live.”