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You're my friend:

I was the man the Duke spoke to:

I helped the Duchess to cast off his yoke too:

So here's the tale from beginning to end,

My friend!

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Ours is a great wild country;

If you climb to our castle's top,

I don't see where your eye can stop;

For when you've passed the cornfield country,

Where vineyards leave off, flocks are packed,

And sheep-range leads to cattle-tract,

And cattle-tract to open-chase,

And open-chase to the very base

Of the mountain where, at a funeral pace,

Round about, solemn and slow,

One by one, row after row,

Up and up the pine trees go,

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