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SONG.
Why beamed the love-light from thine eye,
Maiden fair, maiden cruel?
But to lure the wanderer nigh,
Then to slay, when hope was high,
Maiden fair, maiden cruel.
Maiden fair, maiden cruel?
But to lure the wanderer nigh,
Then to slay, when hope was high,
Maiden fair, maiden cruel.
Why did thy smile my heart e'er warm,
Maiden fair, maiden cruel?
But to tempt me into harm,
But to gleam before the storm,
Maiden fair, maiden cruel.
Maiden fair, maiden cruel?
But to tempt me into harm,
But to gleam before the storm,
Maiden fair, maiden cruel.
Why chimed thy voice, like silver bell,
Maiden fair, maiden cruel?
But to make me think all well,
Then to ring thy lover's knell,
Maiden fair, maiden cruel.
Maiden fair, maiden cruel?
But to make me think all well,
Then to ring thy lover's knell,
Maiden fair, maiden cruel.
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Fare thee well, the arrows wound me—
Fare thee well, the storm bursts round me—
Fare thee well, the knell is waking—
Fare thee well, my heart is breaking,
Maiden fair, maiden cruel.
Fare thee well, the storm bursts round me—
Fare thee well, the knell is waking—
Fare thee well, my heart is breaking,
Maiden fair, maiden cruel.
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