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 in a dark dungeon I saw a brave knight, All saddled, all bridled, all fit for the fight. Gilt was his saddle, and bent was his bow; Thrice I've told you his name, and yet you don't know.

[Mind your stops.] lady in this land Has twenty nails, upon each hand Five, and twenty on hands and feet. All this is true without deceit.