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NE'ER WILL I FORSAKE THEE, MOTHER.
Ne'er will I forsake thee, mother,
Dear thy closing life shall be;
Never will I love another
As my heart now loveth thee!
Dear thy closing life shall be;
Never will I love another
As my heart now loveth thee!
Say'st thou that I speak but blindly?
For its truth I here engage:
Thou my youth hast nourish'd kindly,
And I will console thine age!
For its truth I here engage:
Thou my youth hast nourish'd kindly,
And I will console thine age!
Live we for our own good only?
Still receive yet nothing give?
Shall I leave thee old and lonely?
Never, mother, whilst I live!
Still receive yet nothing give?
Shall I leave thee old and lonely?
Never, mother, whilst I live!
Still with thee I'll roam the wild wood,
Still thy growing cares assuage;
What thou wert unto my childhood,
That I will be to thine age!
Still thy growing cares assuage;
What thou wert unto my childhood,
That I will be to thine age!
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