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8 He dream'd that he a king would be,

And wear a golden crown.

Then he laid off his shepherd's crook,

Which he wore o're his shoulder,

He took a sword that by him lay

And so become a soldier,

He kill'd Goliah at one sad stroke,

Which proved his overthrow,

His head he sent to Jerusalem,

In spite of all his foes,

Oh, there he was proclaimed king,

And he was the land's uplolder,

And he's a rogue, and she's a fool

That speaks against a soldier,

FINIS,