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I see thee from the corner of my eye

Standing stiff and proud; and now enrolled

Thou threateneth me.   I understand not why.

I know that soon thy challenge will unfold

Though I give thee a pasting.   I’m not skilled,

And thou may paste me more ere all’s fulfilled.

I’ll take thy measure and I’ll cut thy face

Before I stretch thee out and slip and slap;

But as I pick thee up I’ll feel th’embrace

Of all thy limbs and thou wilt stick me back!

Because of this I’ll warrant thou’lt be hung

For all to see; for that’s where thou belong.