Ballad Book by Unknown
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Of which old Merlin thus foretold,
That he his wish should have, And so this sonne of stature small The charmer to him gave. No blood nor bones in him should be, In shape and being such, That men should heare him speake, but not His wandring shadow touch: But all unseene to goe or come Whereas it pleasd him still; And thus King Arthurs Dwarfe was born, To fit his fathers will: And in foure minutes grew so fast, That he became so tall As was the plowmans thumbe in height, And so they did him call Tom Thumbe, the which the Fayry-Queene There gave him to his name, Who, with her traine of Goblins grim, Unto his christning came. Whereas she cloath'd him richly brave, In garments fine and faire, Which lasted him for many yeares In seemely sort to weare. |
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