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124 AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS
He run like one almost distracted, Saying, "Alas, I am undone."
She opened her eyes like stars a-drooping;
She says, "True love, you have come too late. Prepare to meet me on Mount Zion,
Where all our joys will be complete."
He then picked up the silver dagger, And pierced it through his tender heart,
Saying, "Let this be an awful warning To all that do true lovers part."
THE AGED INDIAN
A hunter once built him a cabin
In the depth of a forest wild, And there in the lonely cabin
He dwelt with his wife and child.
The smoke from the nearest wigwam
Came curling over the hill, It was built from the skins of the panther
Which gave proof of the hunter's skill.
The hunter one early morning
To a distant town had gone Leaving his wife and Ida
At home in the woods alone.