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The Fair Fannie Moore
From her beautiful eyes*;
11 Oh, no! " cries young Randell,
11 Go home to your rest," And he buried his knife In her snowy white breast.
So Fannie, so blooming, In her bright beauty died; Young Randell, the haughty, .Was taken and tried; At length he was hung On a tree at the door, For shedding the blood Of the fair Fannie Moore.
Young Henry, the shepherd,
Distracted and wild,
Did wander away
From his own native isle.
Till at length, claimed by death,
He was brought to this shore
And laid by the side
Of the fair Fannie Moore. |
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