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Yes, I am Bluebeard, and my name / Is one that children cannot stand; / Yet once I used to be so tame / I'd eat out of a person's hand; / So gentle was I wont to be, / A Curate might have played with me.
People accord me little praise, / Yet I am not the least alarming; / I can recall, in bygone days, / A maid once said she thought me charming. / She was my friend, -- no more I vow, -- / And -- she's in an asylum now.