Good King Arthur

by Anonymous

When good King Arthur ruled the land,     He was a goodly king: He stole three pecks of barley meal,     To make a bag-pudding. A bag-pudding the king did make,     And stuffed it well with plums; And in it put great lumps of fat,     As big as my two thumbs. The king and queen did eat thereof,     And noblemen beside; And what they could not eat that night,     The queen next morning fried.

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