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I newly have a garden Which newly is begun: I know not such a garden Beneath the sun. I've a pear-tree in the middle Of my garden there: Mature fruit it grows not, But early Jennet-pear. The prettiest girl in out town Begged a boon of me: To graft for her a scion From my pear-tree. When I'd done the grafting Entirely to her pleasure, With wine and ale she plied me In fullest measure. This scion I had grafted Right up in her home, and twenty weeks later It quickened in her womb. I met that pretty maiden After just a year: She said it was a Robert, No early Jennet-pear! (13th century by Anonymous) |
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