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THE LARK'S GRAVE.
We'll plant a corn-flower on his grave,
And a grain of the bearded barley,
And a little blue-bell to ring his knell,
And eyebright, blossoming early;
And we'll cover it over
With purple clover,
And daisies, crimson and pearly.
And a grain of the bearded barley,
And a little blue-bell to ring his knell,
And eyebright, blossoming early;
And we'll cover it over
With purple clover,
And daisies, crimson and pearly.
And we'll pray the Linnet to chant his dirge,
With the Robin and Wren for chorus;
His mate, on high, shall rain from the sky
Her benedictions o'er us,
And the Hawks and Owls,
Those pitiless fowls,
We'll drive away before us.
With the Robin and Wren for chorus;
His mate, on high, shall rain from the sky
Her benedictions o'er us,
And the Hawks and Owls,
Those pitiless fowls,
We'll drive away before us.
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And then we'll leave him to his rest,
And whisper soft above him,
That ever his song was sweet and strong,
Nor cloud nor mist could move him;
In his strain was a gladness
To cure all sadness,
And all fair things did love him.
And whisper soft above him,
That ever his song was sweet and strong,
Nor cloud nor mist could move him;
In his strain was a gladness
To cure all sadness,
And all fair things did love him.
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