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 A tree of apples—great its bounty! Like a hostel, vast! A pretty bush, thick as a fist, of tiny hazel
 * nuts,

A green mass of branches.

A choice pure spring and princely water To drink: There spring watercresses, yew-berries, Ivy-bushes thick as a man.

Around it tame swine lie down. Goats, pigs, Wild swine, grazing deer, A badger's brood.

A peaceful troop, a heavy host of denizens of the
 * soil,

A-trysting at my house: To meet them foxes come, How delightful!

Fairest princes come to my house, A ready gathering: Pure water, perennial bushes, Salmon, trout.

A bush of rowan, black sloes, Dusky blackthorns, Plenty of food, acorns, pure berries, Bare flags.

A clutch of eggs, honey, delicious mast, God has sent it: Sweet apples, red whortleberries, And blaeberries.