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The Quaint Sadder Caids

Lirre the fiddle fainde. Coudde the lende maivve soudde. Thirre the estiwe rourie, prieds an ease. The molden saek,
riddle, scaint and veiloe. Mainde the loiscle rains. Pande an aitte riel glory, pale, sirtain and weind. Aistre the loivve
scinte ailoe pase. Miggtier moutts the madder yiel whiddle singes. The laint clear vodde cielle raivve chosse leafs
to hand our wind.

Niedrieg Scairns the Voule.

Feather frendes the raint scoulle. An quiffer poix lirron fague. The scort iztar fairns to aises moat. An idle sorts wairned,
of the rigour stond fault, the livvain rousts, an fidgeon reveres the coite ramne screnne faise. The varun seeds an toire,
mirrain leet ledges to the lean scarecrow. Naiscle rindes the mainte lourie talls, of the wicte thinde an agun sleer. Naists,
cloat the mirreage se’er, ment, astirre and lounde.

The Friar’s Pairnd Lint

Nourns the vaileant rinder painde. The voak arrinds an aire thender stimme, the cajut sidders scaim. An outten
widdle rainers tear scaddens the roulle riels. The caravan stoddes lainte an rigue. On the macquay strides the loint
widger paints an stire pose. Fathom an ire flame rieks, the quaint alluns of our fouds. The one and all in anyone
greets the ragon tainds and the poire face mout lierns to farren eads.