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Many are the jewels in my lady's crown |
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Many are we subjects lined up |
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As she is cast down |
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And I, a faithless unbeliever |
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Surprise myself to cry |
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To find my lady fallen here |
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This bright morning |
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I call out to her mother, I call out to her love |
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I call out to her father to come and take her on |
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And all the ladies gone before |
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Whose names I do not know |
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But who bore my mother's brave and sweet |
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Old bright mornings |
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Go on, goodbye |
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Go on, goodbye |
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We are of this world short staying |
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We are of this world long gone |
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That I should write so sad a song |
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For my lady who so loved to laugh |
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The blue and white, the rising sun |
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This bright morning |
