Like an old horse in a pound.'

To Solomon sang Sheba,

Planted on his knees,

'If you had broached a matter

That might the learned please,

You had before the sun had thrown

Our shadows on the ground

Discovered that my thoughts, not it,

Are but a narrow pound.'

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Sang Solomon to Sheba,

And kissed her Arab eyes,

'There's not a man or woman

Born under the skies

Dare match in learning with us two,

And all day long we have found

There's not a thing but love can make

The world a narrow pound.'

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