Go down to the old woods and find the trees that do bleed blood, went you feed the forest staring back at you will know your in a druea grove

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Go down to the old woods and find the trees that do bleed blood, went you feed the forest staring back at you will know your in a druea grove
There is a town glean I do know
has the nicest old inn you have ever seen
and in that in rest a pot so black you thing it had be diped tar
oh the stew the bouils throught day, and throught the night, and even in the dawns gold light
it never, ever stops you see. That Old Stew Pot
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One day a strom blew into town and finaly spill that the pot onto the ground
So at last old pot got wash, and the innlady was quite shock
for the pot was made of fae silver.
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