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THE OLD GREEN COTTON.
My old green cotton “umberel,”
Thou 'st served me long and served me well,
And now it grieves my heart to tell
That thou hast left me,—
That thievish hand, with purpose fell,
Of thee has reft me.
Thou 'st served me long and served me well,
And now it grieves my heart to tell
That thou hast left me,—
That thievish hand, with purpose fell,
Of thee has reft me.
Many 's the wet and dreary day
Thou 'st braved the perils of the way,
When lowering tempests made essay
To soak me through;
Thou 'st dared the elemental fray,
As good as new.
Thou 'st braved the perils of the way,
When lowering tempests made essay
To soak me through;
Thou 'st dared the elemental fray,
As good as new.
Relentless man! us two to part,—
Was there no softness in thy heart,
No voice from out its depths to start,
Thy hand to stay?
A fiend—a very fiend—thou art,—
'T is plain as day.
Was there no softness in thy heart,
No voice from out its depths to start,
Thy hand to stay?
A fiend—a very fiend—thou art,—
'T is plain as day.
But may no comfort on thee rest!
May all thy airs, that should be west,
Blow from the east with furious zest,
Thy joy to ban!
May conscience render thee unblest,
A wretched man!
May all thy airs, that should be west,
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Thy joy to ban!
May conscience render thee unblest,
A wretched man!
Round thee may raging rain-storms roar,
And thunder threaten vengeance sore!
May that old umberel no more
Protection shed!
May heaven its rain relentless pour
Upon thy head!
And thunder threaten vengeance sore!
May that old umberel no more
Protection shed!
May heaven its rain relentless pour
Upon thy head!
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