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 No archer living ever had
 * so sure a one before.

Take notice well of what I say,
 * such virtues are in this,

That wink or look another way,
 * the mark thou shalt not miss.

Now when he had the bow in hand,
 * with arrowes by his side,

The little lad did smilling stand,
 * and modestly reply'd.

I wish I had a pipe likewise,
 * tho it were ne'er so small,

The which I trow would me suffice,
 * for nothing more I'd call.

A pipe I have for thee, my boy,
 * the like was never known.

So full of mirth and mickle joy,
 * that whensoever 'tis blown,

All living creatures that do hear
 * the sweet and pleasant sound,

They shan't be able to forbear,
 * but dance and skip around.

Now tell me what shall be the third,
 * tho' it be ne'er so dear;

Resolv'd I am to keep my word,
 * speak up, and do not fear.

The boy then smilling answered, No
 * you arc too kind and free;

I have a pleasant pipe and bow,
 * which enough for me.

But son, I solemly do swear,
 * that you three things shall have.

And therefore now in brief declare,
 * what you request and crave.

Then said the boy, I do protest,
 * a step mother have I,

Who will not let me live at rest,
 * she swears continually,