.[The Farm Hand's Ghost:]
"My kin and I had laboured hard
To reap the yearly harvest.
Lain weary on our gathered sheaves we
Cracked a vat of ale. Poured a toast;
Began to boast of who could sup the hardest.
Slumped in drunken slumber>
At the height of wild wassail....
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