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Fytte the First wherein it shall be shown	A
how the Truth is too mighty	B
a Drug for such as he of feeble temper	C
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The King was sick His cheek was red	D
And his eye was clear and bright	E
He ate and drank with a kingly zest	F
And peacefully snored at night	E
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But he said he was sick and a king should know	G
And doctors came by the score	H
They did not cure him He cut off their heads	I
And sent to the schools for more	H
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At last two famous doctors came	J
And one was as poor as a rat	K
He had passed his life in studious toil	L
And never found time to grow fat	K
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The other had never looked in a book	M
His patients gave him no trouble	N
If they recovered they paid him well	O
If they died their heirs paid double	N
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Together they looked at the royal tongue	P
As the King on his couch reclined	Q
In succession they thumped his august chest	F
But no trace of disease could find	Q
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The old sage said You're as sound as a nut	R
Hang him up roared the King in a gale	S
In a ten knot gale of royal rage	T
The other leech grew a shade pale	S
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But he pensively rubbed his sagacious nose	U
And thus his prescription ran	V
King will be well if he sleeps one night	E
In the Shirt of a Happy Man	V
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Fytte the Second tells of the search for the Shirt and how it was nigh	W
found but was not for reasons which are said or sung	P
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Wide o'er the realm the couriers rode	X
And fast their horses ran	V
And many they saw and to many they spoke	Y
But they found no Happy Man	V
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They found poor men who would fain be rich	Z
And rich who thought they were poor	A2
And men who twisted their waists in stays	B2
And women that shorthose wore	H
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They saw two men by the roadside sit	C2
And both bemoaned their lot	D2
For one had buried his wife he said	D
And the other one had not	D2
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At last as they came to a village gate	E2
A beggar lay whistling there	F2
He whistled and sang and laughed and rolled	G2
On the grass in the soft June air	F2
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The weary couriers paused and looked	H2
At the scamp so blithe and gay	I2
And one of them said Heaven save you friend	J2
You seem to be happy to day	I2
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O yes fair sirs the rascal laughed	K2
And his voice rang free and glad	L2
An idle man has so much to do	M2
That he never has time to be sad	L2
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This is our man the courier said	D
Our luck has led us aright	D
I will give you a hundred ducats friend	D
For the loan of your shirt to night	D
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The merry blackguard lay back on the grass	N2
And laughed till his face was black	O2
I would do it God wot and he roared with the fun	P2
But I haven't a shirt to my back	O2
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Fytte the Third shewing how His Majesty the King	Q2
came at last to sleep	R2
in a Happy Man his Shirt	D
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Each day to the King the reports came in	S2
Of his unsuccessful spies	T2
And the sad panorama of human woes	U
Passed daily under his eyes	T2
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And he grew ashamed of his useless life	U2
And his maladies hatched in gloom	V2
He opened his windows and let the air	F2
Of the free heaven into his room	V2
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And out he went in the world and toiled	D
In his own appointed way	I2
And the people blessed him the land was glad	D
And the King was well and gay	I2

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