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Originally Posted by The 1,000 Reader
Also, she liked Tom, and wasn't beaten over the head with a club and dragged off.
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But one day Tom, he went and caught the River-
daughter,
in green gown, flowing hair, sitting in the rushes,
singing old water-songs to birds upon the bushes.
He caught her, held her fast! Water-rats went scuttering
reeds hissed, herons cried, and her heart was fluttering.
Said Tom Bombadil: 'Here's my pretty maiden!
You shall come home with me! The table is all laden:
yellow cream, honeycomb, white bread and butter;
roses at the window-sill and peeping round the shutter.
You shall come under Hill! Never mind your mother
in her deep weedy pool: there you'll find no lover!'
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True, no beating with a club, but that looks like being dragged off to me...
And lmp: 
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Last edited by Celuien; 08-29-2006 at 04:15 AM.
Reason: Fixing spacing...
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