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The Swallows sang

ALIEN to us are

Your fields, and your cotes, and your glebes;

Secret our nests are

Although they be built in your eaves;

Un-eaten by us are

The grains that grow in your fields.

The Weathercock on the barn answered

Not alien to ye are

The powers of un-earthbound beings:

Their curse ye would bring

On our cotes, and our glebes, and our fields,

If aught should befall

The brood that is bred in the eaves.

The Swallows answered

If aught should befall

Our brood that's not travelled the seas,

Your temples would fall,

And blood ye would milk from your beeves:

Against them the curse we would bring

Of un-earthbound beings!

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