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COMBING HER COAL-BLACK HAIR. |
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COMBING HER COAL-BLACK HAIR.
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She sits o'er the keystone of the bridgeIn the sunshine and the rain,
And there flashes a light from her deep dark eyes
That tells of a passionate pain.
All the day and half the night,
Alone with her despair,
She sits and sings, and talks to herself
Combing her coal-black hair.
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Take heed, if you pass her on the way,False wife, or fickle maid,
Or man who hast wrong'd a trusting heart,
Or broken it and betray'd!
Of the curl of her lip, of the glance of her eye,
Of the word of her mouth beware!
For she means you mischief where she sits
Combing her coal-black hair.
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'Tis Misery gives her power to curse!Pass on, ye good and true:
Her evil eye shall harm you not,
Her curse is not for you.
But ye who've broken Love's dear faith,
Take warning, and beware
Of the witch-like woman who haunts the bridge
Combing her coal-black hair.
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