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 While in the Lodge he thus was fed,

The scornful Dame was brought to bed,

Feasting for many days was there,

It being a young son and heir.

The child was beautiful and clear,

The parents lov'd their darling dear,

By whom they set continual store,

For why indeed they had no more.

Now as the child to knowledge grew,

The Father, nay, and Mother too,

Both fed him up with pleasant toys,

He was the height of all their joys,

His pretty prattle pleas'd them so,

As he to riper years did grow,

That the Grandfather they forgot,

His aged tears they minded not.

It was a grief to know that they,

Did feed on dainties every day,

With wine and pleasant music sweet,

While he had hardly food to eat.

When seven years were gone and past,

The child reproved them at last,

For that unnatural abuse,

Which will admit of no excuse.

For as it happened on a day,

The Father jestingly did say,

My child shall have a store of gold,

Molt rich and curious to behold,