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II
Baby Maud doth beckon me
That I cross the frozen sea;
“Grandame, 't is a journey light
As to take your sleep at night.”
That I cross the frozen sea;
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As to take your sleep at night.”
Little Babe had little load;
Not a life-time ill-bestowed,
Not contrition deep and drear,
Shadowy doubt, or fitful fear.
Not a life-time ill-bestowed,
Not contrition deep and drear,
Shadowy doubt, or fitful fear.
The deceitful ice might crack
'Neath the weight upon my back;
But when I must cross that sea,
Baby Maud shall comfort me.
'Neath the weight upon my back;
But when I must cross that sea,
Baby Maud shall comfort me.
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