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No wonder the sacred cry of dole
Aroused the whole of our motley crew!
No wonder the chant of this young sad soul
Gained pity from all hearts sound and true!
And those that were not, still courted peace,
And, anxious to have the tumult cease,
As often happens, did what they could—
(For their own sake) for the public good.
Aroused the whole of our motley crew!
No wonder the chant of this young sad soul
Gained pity from all hearts sound and true!
And those that were not, still courted peace,
And, anxious to have the tumult cease,
As often happens, did what they could—
(For their own sake) for the public good.
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