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and far the hunters sought,

Roaming every wood:

The court would pay the weight in gold

'Twas well understood:

Yet no fox's liver to be bought!

To their mountain huts again

Sad those hunters came.

"All the foxes know!" said they:

"Far and wide the fame

Passeth of this Princess and her pain."

Wrathful waxed the Lord—spake he:

"Loth I were to slay

One fox even, yet my child

Pines: if not to-day

Comes this thing, then disembowelled be