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“I can’t say,” said the monarch, “that may be

Just as it happen’d, true or else a bam!

Drink up your brandy, and sit down by me,

Feel, feel my pulse, how much in love I am;

And if your science is not all a sham,

Tell me some means to get the lady here.”

“Upon my honour!” said the son of Cham,

“She is my dainty changeling, near and dear,

Although her story sounds at first a little queer.”