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WOMAN'S WILL.
The moon will have its waning hour,
The dim stars set in gloom;
The buried seed will spring to flower—
The leafless branch may bloom:
And each its own allotted task,
In season due fulfil;
But ne'er, in any season, ask
Woman to change her will,
My boys,
Dear woman to change her will!
The dim stars set in gloom;
The buried seed will spring to flower—
The leafless branch may bloom:
And each its own allotted task,
In season due fulfil;
But ne'er, in any season, ask
Woman to change her will,
My boys,
Dear woman to change her will!
First seek to turn the wan moon round,
Whose crescent sails the skies,
Or talk the seed from out the ground,
Before 'tis time to rise:
Expect to change the falling dew
To diamonds by your skill,
But ne'er expect, whate'er ye do,
Woman to change her will,
My boys,
Sweet woman to change her will.
Whose crescent sails the skies,
Or talk the seed from out the ground,
Before 'tis time to rise:
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To diamonds by your skill,
But ne'er expect, whate'er ye do,
Woman to change her will,
My boys,
Sweet woman to change her will.
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