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I pluck the grass
From the brooklet's bank,
I pluck the weed
From the puddle dank.

In what shall I put it?
In pail and pottle.
How shall I cook it?
In pan and kettle.

And where shall I set it?
On the altar sill.
Who sacrifice it?
The vestal will.
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