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My lord is gone.
Song
1. My master has gone,
The great bastard,
He has been grafted into a tree,
To look for apples.
2. I wish he were lost there,
He would fall into a pit,
His neck would break,
He would never return home.
The great bastard,
He has been grafted into a tree,
To look for apples.
2. I wish he were lost there,
He would fall into a pit,
His neck would break,
He would never return home.