He sharpened the briars, steepened the hill, bathed it in oil, and taught it to kill.
Cursed it with fire, and lightening and wind, and forbade the old man to touch it again.
I'll climb it I will, I'll climb it or die, I'll climb the damn thing or learn how to fly
I'll find your giant eagle,I'll lure it with hare, and make me a saddle and fly through the air
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