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IV

Said Walter, leaping from the ground,

“Down to the stump of yon old yew

We’ll for our Whistles run a race.”

—Away the Shepherds flew.

They leapt⁠—they ran⁠—and when they came

Right opposite to Dungeon-Gill,

Seeing that he should lose the prize,

“Stop!” to his comrade Walter cries⁠—

James stopped with no good will:

Said Walter then, “Your task is here,

’Twill keep you working half a year.