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I will not lift my legs in air

I will not lift my legs in air

Nor will I crouch with bottom upraised, like carven lions on a knife-handle.

Nor will I crouch with bottom upraised, like carven lions on a knife-handle.

An if I keep my oath, may I be suffered to drink of this wine.

An if I keep my oath, may I be suffered to drink of this wine.

But if I break it, let my bowl be filled with water.

But if I break it, let my bowl be filled with water.

Will ye all take this oath?

Yes, yes!

Then lo! I immolate the victim. (She drinks.)