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OW Mark comes on with the caravan Singing blithely as he can. To the inns he makes no speed, Quietly lets the oxen feed. Mark brings home for Katherine Precious cloth of substance rich; For father dear, a girdle sewn Of silk so red. For Servant Anne
 * a gold cloth bonnet

To deck her head,
 * And kerchief, too
 * with white lace on it.

For the children are shoes
 * with figs and grapes.

There's gifts for all,
 * there's none escapes.

For all he brings
 * red wine, so fine,

From great old city
 * of Constantine.

There's buckets three
 * in each barrel put on,

And caviar
 * from the river Don.

Such gifts he has
 * in his wagon there,

Nor knows the sorrow
 * his loved ones bear.