oh! my ol'eaxlgesteallan
t's dafenlicnessa
gehæftworld shall cometh to demise
i shalt belȳcest mine own bīspell
with a riddle
aft'r mine own demise
behold out f'r the ræsele
those who is't aldorcearu
shalt beest ageald
i has't did déorwyrðnes awaiting f'r those folk
thanketh thee
o, farewell eaxlgesteallan
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