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Winterfylleth

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Our acre, once tall
Now barren and frail
Devils, said father
Had cursed our vale

Hunt them, protect us
Go forth, I did plea
Mother did aver
The right remedy

Erce, Erce, Erce, we spoke
The rite was afoot
How graven our folk

Herb, milk and honey
They fell upon sward
Now Earth's blessed mother
Our yield, she will guard

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