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 So in the autumn bright and ~brown, Just as the year began to frown, All the way to London Town Rode the two together. "'I go to marry a fair maid' (Lightly swung the feather) 'Par die, a true and loyal maid" (Oh, the swinging feather!) 'For us the wedding gold is weighed, For us the feast will soon be laid; We'll make a gallant show,' he said, 'She and I together' "The feathered man may do a thousand things, And all go smiling; but the feathered man May do too much. Now mark how he continues: " 'And you you go to London Town?' (Breezes waved the feather) 'Yes, I go to London Town' (Ah, the stinging feather!) 'Why do you go, my merry blade? Like me, to marry a fair maid?' 'Why do I go? . . . God knows,' he said; And on they rode together. "Now you have read-it through, and you know best What worth it has. We fellows with gray hair Who march with sticks to music that is gray Judge not your vanguard fifing. You are one To judge; and you will tell me what you think. Barring the Town, the Fair Maid, and the Feather, The dialogue and those parentheses,