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In fields of green and gold she roams,
With calloused hands she works the land,
Though shy and demure is her face,
Her character and physique, are in truth,
more reminiscent of those of a barbarian lad´s.

Her parents have of late
initiated talks with the matchmaker,
But those simply won´t do,
For she does not care for suitors
who are unfunny and bland,
Disregarding the ones that are somehow scrawnier
than the sticks children wield as swords.

I won´t marry a weak carl who cant lift a hoe,
How shameful ´twould be to bear that woe!
As she´d rather be unwed and shunned
than be shackled to an utter buffoon.