In an arbour newly built, 

 Found Hasan his ancient person, 

 Put him underneath the quilt, 

 Mounted then his long-maned pony 

 With the basket on his arm, 

 Carrying it very firmly 

 Lest his father might take harm. 

 Galloped thro' the crowded highway, 

 Passing by the Street of Taverns, 

 Fourteen leagues across the desert 

 Till he came unto the Caverns. 

 Fastened then his long-maned pony 

 To a ring-post at the mouth 

 (Scores and scores of ring-posts were there 

 Where the Caverns faced the South) 

 Plunged within the long wide gallery 

 Tunnelled 'neath the rocky roof, 

 With a lantern light exploring 

 All the dark which lay aloof, 

 Treading swiftly, treading surely, 

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