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THE OLD PALACE.
Oh, the Palace look'd so great and grand
When its walls stood up in giant pride;
When it held the highest in the land,
And its triumph-gates were flinging wide;
When its turrets bore the banner'd staff,
And the courtyard rung with the prancing hoof;
When the dancing strain and the revel laugh
Went merrily up to the spanning roof.
Oh! the Palace was a noble place
In its palmy days of strength and grace.

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