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Hey there, tiny wench
My perpetual serf
Put stew in a pot
Bring water for the guest

Before we part
Before your neck is broken
You strike first
Son of the north
Hey there, tiny wench   My perpetual serf   Put stew in a pot   Bring water for the guest      Before we part   Before your neck is broken   You strike first   Son of the north