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Barred Camp
Young Barred Jeff the hair once heired and was bard from Barred Bare Camp cause when bear he was hard. Neigh,said he in the bairn wear the auld stud nayed, Owe, eye oh fare Merry her fair must bee paid. Her fair's dew her an' eye'll faint with me stave. The auld counselor feinted ass Jeff misbehaved. My stave is like ewe just ask Merry's made oar ask the yew in the dew; she'll bleat what eye said. Barred Jeff maid a song witch told of his whiles it went on two long wile marry Merry beguiled. Know boatman with or, oar blacksmith can boar wench better, he said, of this eye am sure. Perhaps, a black stallion, perhaps a bold bore butt, barred Jeff beared was the won who scored. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Young Bard Jeff the heir once erred and was barred from Bard Bear Camp cause when bare he was hard. Nay said he in the barn where the old stud neighed, Oh, I owe fair Mary her fare must be paid. Her fare's due her an' I'll feint with me stave the old counselor fainted as Jeff misbehaved. My stave is like yew, just ask Mary's maid or ask the ewe in the dew it'll bleat what I said. Bard Jeff made a song which told of his wiles it went on too long while merry Mary beguiled. No boatmen with oar, or blacksmith can bore wench better, he said, of this I'm quite sure. Perhaps, a black stallion, perhaps a bold boar, but, Bard Jeff bared was the one who scored.
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