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With an incident in which he was concerned	A
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In the sweet shire of Cardigan	B
Not far from pleasant Ivor hall	C
An old Man dwells a little man	D
'Tis said he once was tall	C
For five and thirty years he lived	E
A running huntsman merry	F
And still the centre of his cheek	G
Is red as a ripe cherry	F
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No man like him the horn could sound	H
And hill and valley rang with glee	F
When Echo bandied round and round	H
The halloo of Simon Lee	F
In those proud days he little cared	I
For husbandry or tillage	J
To blither tasks did Simon rouse	K
The sleepers of the village	J
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He all the country could outrun	B
Could leave both man and horse behind	L
And often ere the chase was done	B
He reeled and was stone blind	L
And still there's something in the world	M
At which his heart rejoices	K
For when the chiming hounds are out	N
He dearly loves their voices	K
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But oh the heavy change bereft	O
Of health strength friends and kindred see	K
Old Simon to the world is left	O
In liveried poverty	K
His Master's dead and no one now	P
Dwells in the Hall of Ivor	Q
Men dogs and horses all are dead	R
He is the sole survivor	Q
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And he is lean and he is sick	S
His body dwindled and awry	T
Rests upon ankles swoln and thick	S
His legs are thin and dry	T
One prop he has and only one	B
His wife an aged woman	B
Lives with him near the waterfall	C
Upon the village Common	B
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Beside their moss grown hut of clay	U
Not twenty paces from the door	V
A scrap of land they have but they	U
Are poorest of the poor	W
This scrap of land he from the heath	X
Enclosed when he was stronger	Q
But what to them avails the land	Y
Which he can till no longer	Q
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Oft working by her Husband's side	Z
Ruth does what Simon cannot do	A2
For she with scanty cause for pride	Z
Is stouter of the two	A2
And though you with your utmost skill	B2
From labour could not wean them	C2
'Tis little very little all	C
That they can do between them	C2
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Few months of life has he in store	V
As he to you will tell	D2
For still the more he works the more	V
Do his weak ankles swell	D2
My gentle Reader I perceive	E2
How patiently you've waited	F2
And now I fear that you expect	G2
Some tale will be related	H2
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O Reader had you in your mind	L
Such stores as silent thought can bring	I2
O gentle Reader you would find	L
A tale in every thing	I2
What more I have to say is short	J2
And you must kindly take it	K2
It is no tale but should you think	L2
Perhaps a tale you'll make it	K2
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One summer day I chanced to see	K
This old Man doing all he could	M2
To unearth the root of an old tree	K
A stump of rotten wood	M2
The mattock tottered in his hand	Y
So vain was his endeavour	Q
That at the root of the old tree	K
He might have worked for ever	Q
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You're overtasked good Simon Lee	K
Give me your tool to him I said	R
And at the word right gladly he	K
Received my proffered aid	N2
I struck and with a single blow	O2
The tangled root I severed	P2
At which the poor old Man so long	Q2
And vainly had endeavoured	P2
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The tears into his eyes were brought	P2
And thanks and praises seemed to run	B
So fast out of his heart I thought	P2
They never would have done	B
I've heard of hearts unkind kind deeds	K
With coldness still returning	I2
Alas the gratitude of men	R2
Hath oftener left me mourning	I2

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