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THE DEADLY ARBOUR.
There stood an arbour in the spring,
Flowers above and flints below;
“Pretty maid, come in and sing”—
Flow, tears, flow.
Flowers above and flints below;
“Pretty maid, come in and sing”—
Flow, tears, flow.
“The flowers above are spicy sweet,”
Flowers above and flints below;
“The flints below they cut my feet,”
Flow, tears, flow.
Flowers above and flints below;
“The flints below they cut my feet,”
Flow, tears, flow.
“I would I were at home again,”
Flowers above and flints below;
“My mother calls to me in vain,”
Flow, tears, flow.
Flowers above and flints below;
“My mother calls to me in vain,”
Flow, tears, flow.
“I cannot sing, I cannot stand,”
Flowers above and flints below;
“Make me a grave here out of hand,”
Flow, tears, flow.
Flowers above and flints below;
“Make me a grave here out of hand,”
Flow, tears, flow.
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