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THE SINGING WOMAN
There was a singing woman
Came riding across the mead
At the time of the mild May weather,
Tameless, tireless;
This song she sung: “I am fair, I am young!”
And many turned to heed.
Came riding across the mead
At the time of the mild May weather,
Tameless, tireless;
This song she sung: “I am fair, I am young!”
And many turned to heed.
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And the same singing woman
Sat crooning in her need
At the time of the winter weather;
Friendless, fireless,
She sang this song: “Life, thou'rt too long!”
And there was none to heed.
Sat crooning in her need
At the time of the winter weather;
Friendless, fireless,
She sang this song: “Life, thou'rt too long!”
And there was none to heed.
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