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ELEGIAC SONG

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To the tune of ‘Ar hyd y nos.’

Here beneath this willow sleepeth
Poor Mary Anne,....
One whom all the village weepeth;
Poor Mary Anne!
He she loved her passion slighted,
Breaking all the vows he'd plighted;
Therefore life no more delighted
Poor Mary Anne!
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Pale thy cheek grew, where thy lover,
Poor Mary Anne!
Once could winning charms discover;....
Poor Mary Anne!
Dim those eyes, so sweetly speaking
When true love's expression seeking;....
Oh! we saw thy heart was breaking,
Poor Mary Anne!
Like a rose we saw thee wither,
Poor Mary Anne!....
Soon, a corpse, we brought thee hither,
Poor Mary Anne!
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Now, our evening pastime flying,
We, in heartfelt sorrow vying,
Seek this willow,....softly sighing
‘Poor Mary Anne!’
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