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a ballad.
"And if I might open that eye so bright
To look on another day,
Oh then I would kneel thro' the live-long night,
Ye should not bid me pray!
To look on another day,
Oh then I would kneel thro' the live-long night,
Ye should not bid me pray!
"From that silent voice, if but one sound more
Might to mine ear be given,
Oh ne'er should my cry and my pray'r be o'er
'Till I had wearied Heaven!
Might to mine ear be given,
Oh ne'er should my cry and my pray'r be o'er
'Till I had wearied Heaven!
"But my heart upon yonder bier is laid,
Ye are bearing it away!
And how can she plead to Heaven for aid
Who has not a heart to pray!
Ye are bearing it away!
And how can she plead to Heaven for aid
Who has not a heart to pray!
"Go hide my love under the damp green stone!
Go bury him low and deep!
Go bury him low and deep!
