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the sweet shire of Cardigan,

Not far from pleasant Ivor-hall,

An Old Man dwells, a little man,

I've heard he once was tall.

Of years he has upon his back,

No doubt, a burthen weighty;

He says he is three score and ten,

But others say he's eighty.

A long blue livery-coat has he,

That's fair behind, and fair before;

Yet, meet him where you will, you see

At once that he is poor.

Full five-and-twenty years he lived

A running Huntsman merry;

And, though he has but one eye left,

His cheek is like a cherry.