THE LEGEND OF THE DRACHENFELS;
OR, HOW THE FELL DRAGON FELL.
ABOVE that drunken babbling brook
Where soaked the Naiad queen,
There lived a dragon in a nook
Quite horrid to be seen:
When he no priest for dinner had,
He fain a maid would eat;
(Such brutes seem, in the abstract, bad,
And worse when we conn Crete.)
Now, two young chieftains thereabout
Had chanced in war to win;
(Like "t' other one," they quite came out,
When, victors, they came in.)
They madly loved a captive maid
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