A Hate-Song
A hater he came and sat by a ditch,And he took an old cracked lute;And he sang a song which was more of a screech'Gainst a woman that was a brute.
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A hater he came and sat by a ditch,And he took an old cracked lute;And he sang a song which was more of a screech'Gainst a woman that was a brute.
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