Songs and Lyrics By Joseph Skipsey. Collected and Revised |
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The Lethal Dart. |
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The Lethal Dart.
I tremble like a wind-blown leaf;
What then? I've said the word I've said;
And what if he in pain and grief
Should pine and pine till he be dead?
What then? I've said the word I've said;
And what if he in pain and grief
Should pine and pine till he be dead?
My pride is victor o'er his pride;
And then—ah, yes! the dart I sped;
Now in its victim's heart-blood dyed,
Returns to strike the striker dead!
And then—ah, yes! the dart I sped;
Now in its victim's heart-blood dyed,
Returns to strike the striker dead!
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