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You that would not tread on a worm
 For your gentle nature . . .
 In the night, O the night,
 O the night of weeping!

ix.
Murder would not veil your sin,
 Marriage will not hide it,
Earth and Hell will brand your name,
 Wretch you must abide it . . .
 In the night, O the night,
 Long before the dawning.

x.
Up, get up, and tell him all,
 Tell him you were lying!