Here at the row of shacks on the hunting ground

Here at the row of shacks on the hunting ground,
I'll make him stand outside my room a while,
I'll punish him early tonight;
last night and the night before, he didn't come.
He said sorry, yes, he did,
but I must teach him a lesson.
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