‘ Twould skin a fairy
It is so airy,
And the snow it nips so cold:
Shepherd and squire
Sit by the fire,
The sheep are in the fold.
You have your wish —
A reeking dish,
And rubble walls about;
So pity the poor
That have no door
To keep the winter out!
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