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A lively fellow A helpful sort Found hunting and fishing To be a good sport One day he resolved To go to the wood To shoot a fowl The idea sounded good He saw a man a-walking And so he went on talking And helped the man carry a keg Of beer or spirits or something, Came to a strange valley Found bowling pins Not a bowling alley Some weird men that were a-bowling, Now while this was about He came and took a draught Of the keg and he found out He felt he ought to sleep. He woke up by a tree His hunting gun, rusty, His dog nowhere to be seen And thought of those things That happened before he slept He swept his feet away to find The place that he had left, Strange confusion filled his face For couldn't find the place Where he was sure it had been So he left again, He went to his hometown Changed in many ways The people, tavern, and his house Had all suddenly changed He inquired of some people About his missing friends And to our surprise This Rip Van Winkle guy Had slept through the American Revolution!
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Nov 15, 2019
Nov 15, 2019 at 11:49 AM UTC
The Sleeper-Rip Van Winkle