Until our beast, scared by a row
Of haystacks, tipped us in the snow
And started off quite frantic.
We rose and shook ourselves; and then
Quoth she, "You carelessest of men,
How could you bungle so!"
I answered, "There'd have been no harm,
If you could just have let my arm
Alone, as well you know."
We quarrelled. Both of us waxed warm
As we grew cold; a dreadful storm
Arose betwixt us twain;
The maiden all in tears dissolved,
Till last we solemnly resolved
We ne'er would meet again.
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