The Ballad of the Taylor Pup
Now lithe and listen, gentles all, Now lithe ye all and hark Unto a ballad I shall sing About Buena Park. Of all the wonders happening there The strangest hap befell Upon a famous Aprile morn, As I you now shall tell. It is about the Taylor pup And of his mistress eke And of the prankish time they had That I am fain to speak.
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