Riddle me this….

 

The Anglo-Saxons delighted in the following riddle:

I am a wonderful creature, bringing joy to women, and useful to those who dwell near me. I harm no citizen except only my destroyer. My site is lofty; I stand in a bed; beneath, somewhere, I am shaggy. Sometimes the very beautiful daughter of a peasant, a courageous woman, ventures to lay hold on me, assaults my red skin, despoils my head, clamps me in a fashion. She who thus confines me, this curly haired woman, soon feels my meeting with her—her eye becomes wet.

Stop sniggering at the back. The answer is an onion.

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