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A lad who twenty tongues can talk	A
And sixty miles a day can walk	A
Drink at a draught a pint of rum	B
And then be neither sick nor dumb	B
Can tune a song and make a verse	C
And deeds of Northern kings rehearse	C
Who never will forsake his friend	D
While he his bony fist can bend	D
And though averse to brawl and strife	E
Will fight a Dutchman with a knife	E
O that is just the lad for me	F
And such is honest six foot three	F
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A braver being ne'er had birth	G
Since God first kneaded man from earth	G
O I have cause to know him well	H
As Ferroe's blacken'd rocks can tell	H
Who was it did at Suderoe	F
The deed no other dar'd to do	I
Who was it when the Boff had burst	J
And whelm'd me in its womb accurst	J
Who was it dash'd amid the wave	K
With frantic zeal my life to save	K
Who was it flung the rope to me	F
O who but honest six foot three	F
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Who was it taught my willing tongue	L
The songs that Braga fram'd and sung	L
Who was it op'd to me the store	F
Of dark unearthly Runic lore	F
And taught me to beguile my time	M
With Denmark's aged and witching rhyme	M
To rest in thought in Elvir shades	N
And hear the song of fairy maids	N
Or climb the top of Dovrefeld	J
Where magic knights their muster held	J
Who was it did all this for me	F
O who but honest six foot three	F
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Wherever fate shall bid me roam	O
Far far from social joy and home	O
'Mid burning Afric's desert sands	P
Or wild Kamschatka's frozen lands	P
Bit by the poison loaded breeze	Q
Or blasts which clog with ice the seas	Q
In lowly cot or lordly hall	R
In beggar's rags or robes of pall	S
'Mong robber bands or honest men	T
In crowded town or forest den	T
I never will unmindful be	F
Of what I owe to six foot three	F
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That form which moves with giant grace	U
That wild though not unhandsome face	U
That voice which sometimes in its tone	V
Is softer than the wood dove's moan	V
At others louder than the storm	W
Which beats the side of old Cairn Gorm	W
That hand as white as falling snow	X
Which yet can fell the stoutest foe	X
And last of all that noble heart	J
Which ne'er from honour's path would start	J
Shall never be forgot by me	W
So farewell honest six foot three	W

George Borrow

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