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Macaffie's Confession |
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To see if something could be done To save his disobedient son.
So, farewell, mother, do not weep, Though soon with demons I will sleep, My soul now feels its mental hell And soon with demons I will dwell. |
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The sheriff cut the slender cord, His soul went up to meet its Lord; The doctor said, " The wretch is dead, His spirit from his body's fled."
His weeping mother cried aloud, " O God, do save this gazing crowd, That none may ever have to pay For gambling on the Sabbath day." |
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