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Oh you fool, you! Who'd have thought it! / Dangling like a dog on string. / That poor spice, you've dearly bought it -- / Lad, how does it feel to swing?
Did you kick when the hemp choked you, / And your heels danced in the air, / And the sweat of dying soaked you, / Struggling on the three-legged mare?