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 * AME HICKORY, Dame Hickory,
 * Here's sticks for your fire,
 * Furze-twigs, and oak-twigs
 * And beech-twigs, and briar!"

But when old Dame Hickory came for to see, She found 'twas the voice of the False Faerie.


 * "Dame Hickory, Dame Hickory,
 * Here's meat for your broth,
 * Goose-flesh, and hare's flesh,
 * And pig's trotters both!"

But when old Dame Hickory came for to see, She found 'twas the voice of the False Faerie.


 * "Dame Hickory, Dame Hickory,
 * Here's a wolf at your door,
 * His teeth grinning white,
 * And his tongue wagging sore!"

"Nay!" said Dame Hickory, "ye False Faerie! But a wolf 'twas indeed, and famished was he.


 * "Dame Hickory, Dame Hickory,
 * Here's buds for your tomb,