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As I was walking near St George
My whistle on the breeze,
I met a man beside the road
With naught below the knees.

“Once I owned a cottage
And farmed a span of sod,
‘Til a goblin came a-caroling
O! Would that he had not.”

See the little goblin
See his little feet
See his nosey wosey
Isn’t the goblin sweet?

“First he sang a song for me
And then we played at cards
I offered him a sip of milk
And then his face grew hard.”

“’Judas!’ he cried “Poisoner!’
Cruel hospitality!
This milk is white as Anne’s lace
And not a goblin green.’”

Away he sped and o’er the hill.
I thought that he had gone,
But I woke that eve with goblinkin
Chewing through my bone.

They dipped my toes in barley stew,
And gnawed my ankles clean.
My shins they sliced and fried
To serve on bed of greens.

At my knees the goblin said,
‘Kin, leave his groin and arms.
I owe this man a kindness for
He let me win at cards.’”

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