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First Line: Ye gave me of your broken meat
Last Line: And of your lees o' wine.

YE gave me of your broken meat,
And of your lees of wine,
That I should sit and sing for you,
All at your banquet fine.

Ye gave me shelter from the storm,
And straw to make my bed,
And let me sleep through the wild night
With cattle in the shed.

Ye know not from what lordly feast
Hither I came this night,
Nor to what lodging with the stars
From hence I take my flight.

But there's such wine that warms my blood
As yet ye never knew,
So that I heed not wet nor cold,
Nor rags the winds blow through.

If I might sing the song I heard
Ere I came to your door,
Ye should set down the brimming cup,
Nor heed the banquet more.

Ye may not hear the songs I hear,
Nor share that feast o' mine,
To whom ye gave your broken meat,
And of your lees o' wine.

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