The ballad of milkribs

    Early one morning before the sun did rise
    And the birds sang their sweet song
    Milkribs4k proposed to the fair squire
    She had a false deceitful tongue

    Sir Mannelig, Sir Mannelig won't you marry me
    For all that I'll gladly give you
    You may answer only yes or no
    Will you do so or no

    To you I will give the twelve great steeds
    That graze in a shady grove
    Never has a saddle been mounted on their backs
    Nor had a bit in their mouths

    To you I will give the twelve fine mills
    That stand between Tillo and Terno
    The mill stones are made of the reddest brass
    And the wheels are silver-laden

    To you I will give the gilded sword
    That jingles from fifteen gold rings
    And strike with it in battle as you will
    On the battlefield you will conquer

    To you I will give a brand new shirt
    The lustrous best for to wear
    It is not sewn with needle or thread
    But crocheted of the whitest silk

    Gifts such as these I would gladly receive
    If you were a Christian woman
    But I know you are the worst anus troll
    From the spawn of the Neck and the devil

    Milribs4k ran out the door
    She wailed and she shrieked so loudly
    "Had I gotten that handsome squire
    From my torment I would be free now"

    Sir Mannelig, Sir Mannelig won't you marry me
    For all that I'll gladly give you
    You may answer only yes or no
    Will you do so or no

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No, you are the troll.