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How pretty you are!

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Your hair is wet with dew!

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I'll chafe your poor chilled feet.

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You must have come

A long, long way, for I have never seen

Your pretty face, and must be tired and hungry;

Here is some bread and wine.

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They are both nasty.

Old mother, have you nothing nice for me.

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I have some honey!