Sadly, O, Sadly
Sadly, O, sadly, the sweet bells of Baddeley Played in their steeples when Robin was gone, Killed by an arrow, Shot by Cock Sparrow, Out of a Maybush, fragrant and wan. Grievedly, grievedly, tolled distant Shieveley, When the Dwarfs laid poor Snow-white asleep on the hill, Drowsed by an apple, The Queen, sly and subtle, Had cut with her knife on the blossomy sill.
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"Sadly, O, sadly, the sweet bells of Baddeley..."
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