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The Girl Without Hands

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I have held my post
for many a year
in the King’s orchard;
and, never have I
beheld such a sight
in the King’s orchard.

An angel came down,
made the moat run dry
by the king’s orchard.
A maid there followed,
a girl without hands,
to the king’s orchard.

She kissed a pear and
pretty was it picked
from the king’s orchard;
but, I breathed no word
til a count was made
of the king’s orchard.

Then, upon my word,
who should share my post
in the king’s orchard?
But the king himself
and the priest came, too,
to the king’s orchard.

Well, the angel came
and the maiden came
to the king’s orchard;
and the priest married
the king to the maid
in the king’s orchard.

A festival was
held, with joy for all,
in the king’s orchard;
whether rich or poor,
none were turned away
from the king’s orchard.

I have held my post 
for many a year
in the king’s orchard;
and never have I
beheld such as sight
in the king’s orchard;

a girl without hands,
and nothing to give,
shared with rich and poor
all the king’s orchard. 

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