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Pleasant and Divertive, 1 1
With a Sting in his Tayl,
As long as a Flayl,
Which made him bolder and bolder ;
He had long Claws,
And in his Jaws
Four and forty Teeth of Iron ;
With a Hide as tough, as any Buff,
Which did him round Inviron.
Have you not heard that the Trojan Horse,
Held Seventy Men in his Belly ?
This Dragon was not quite so big,
But very near, I'll tell ye :
Devour did he,
Poor Children three,
That could not with him grapple ;
And at one Sup,
He eat them up,
As one should eat an Apple.
All sorts of Cattle this Dragon did eat,
Some say he'd eat up Trees ;
And that the Forest sure he would
Devour up by Degrees :
For Houses and Churches,
Were to him Gorse and Burches,
He eat all, and left none behind;
But some Stones, dear Jack,
Wliich he could not crack,
Which on the Hills you will find.
In Yorkshire, near fair Rotherham,
The Place I know it well ;
Some two or three Miles, or there-abouts,
I vow I cannot tell ;
But there is a Hedge,
Just on the Hill edge,
And Matthew's House hard by it ;
Oh there and then,
Was this Dragon's Den,
You could not chuse but spy it.
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