There’s a noble swineherd, name of Eumaios
Who laments the good times when Odysseus was boss
Odysseus visits this old servant in disguise
He tells him a long story, but it’s just a pack of lies
Eumaios dislikes the suitors, his resentment’s deep
They eat some roasted piglets, drink some wine and fall asleep.
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