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 I thanked him much for telling me  The way he got his wealth, But chiefly for his wish that he   Might drink my noble health.

"And now, if e'er by chance I put My fingers into glue, Or madly squeeze a right-hand foot  Into a left-hand shoe, Or if I drop upon my toe  A very heavy weight, I weep, for it reminds me so  Of that old man I used to know— Whose look was mild, whose speech was slow, Whose hair was whiter than the snow, Whose face was very like a crow, With eyes, like cinders, all aglow, Who seemed distracted with his woe, Who rocked his body to and fro, And muttered mumblingly and low, As if his mouth were full of dough, Who snorted like a buffalo— That summer evening long ago,  A-sitting on a gate."

As the Knight sang the last words of the ballad, he gathered up the reins