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10
For Company
‘'Tis a word folk have,’ said she, ‘how there does be ever sore weeping
For the light of heart who go from their life to their death with laughter.’
Lone stood the House, all hushed in stark silence from threshold to rafter;
Only a bent little crone at the summons, mouse-paced, came creeping.
For the light of heart who go from their life to their death with laughter.’
Lone stood the House, all hushed in stark silence from threshold to rafter;
Only a bent little crone at the summons, mouse-paced, came creeping.
‘Laughing he was, Master Mac, with the lads that last minute, they say:
Laughing he'd be, sure enough, with the Squire, they two, here in the hall.
Yon's his cap I hung nigh the poor Master's, that's desolate left with it all,
Just for company like,’ she said. But between, ah, the void Deep lay.
Laughing he'd be, sure enough, with the Squire, they two, here in the hall.
Yon's his cap I hung nigh the poor Master's, that's desolate left with it all,
Just for company like,’ she said. But between, ah, the void Deep lay.
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