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Child Rowland To The Dark Tower Came, His Word Was Still,--Fie, Foh, And Fum, I Smell The Blood Of A British Man.
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Child Rowland to the dark tower came,
His word was still,--Fie, foh, and fum,
I smell the blood of a British man.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear
-- Act iii, Sc. 4
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