The girl was then so very ill,
It was but half a murder;
They rigged a derrick up the hill, -
Au naturel they served her.
Now, when the dragon saw this belle,
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He did n't put the drag on;
But gave one leap, - she could n't yell,
For they had put a gag on;
Her hair was red, but ne'ertheless
Her face was white and mignon;
Sir Dragon was a realist, -
He gorged upon her chignon.
He sprang again upon his prey,
Mon dieu! quelle decheance!
He, found, his appetite to stay,
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