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A BALLAD OF BURIAL
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Three days' casual on the bust,"—
Get your fun for old sake's sake.
I could never stand the Plains,
Think of blazing June and May,
Think of those September rains
Yearly till the Judgment Day!
I should never rest in peace,
I should sweat and lie awake.
Rail me then, on my decease,
To the Hills for old sake's sake.
