XIII.--LADYWELL.

The Lady sat

On the brink of the Well;

She lost her balance

And in she fell!

They fished her up

With a crooked pin;

She came out wetter

Than she went in.

"Well, Lady, well?"

"Sir, very ill!

If you sit by the Well

You are certain to spill."

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