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Lo! Never a Man.
Lo! never a man since the world began,
Would bear what her victim hath borne;
And all he can gain for his toil and pain
Is a look or a word of scorn.
Would bear what her victim hath borne;
And all he can gain for his toil and pain
Is a look or a word of scorn.
She dances a tune that a hag would croon
When she erst o'er my pathway glanced;
And laughs in her sleeves at the heart she grieves;
But she'll weep when the dance is danced!
When she erst o'er my pathway glanced;
And laughs in her sleeves at the heart she grieves;
But she'll weep when the dance is danced!
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