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 And she makes light of us though our wives do all that they can. She spreads her tail like a peacock and praises none but her man.

A man in a long green cloak that covers him up to the chin Comes down through the rocks and hazels.

Cry out that he cannot come in.

He must look for his dinner elsewhere, for no one alive shall stop Where a shame must alight on us two before the dawn is up.