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Hoary man, hateful man!
Gash my frame, burn my frame; / Bold I am, scoff I can / At the sword, at the flame.
Thee as hell I abhor, / And despise heartily; / I another do adore, / And for love of him die.
Gash my frame, burn my frame! -- / Nothing I will tell thee; / Man of age, man of rage, / Him thou'lt ne'er know from me.
Fresh as May and as gay, / Warm as Summer days he; / O how sweet, young and neat, / O how well he loves me.
O how him I carest / In the night still and fine; / O how then we did jest / At that grey head of thine.