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LIZZIE DIES TO-NIGHT |
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3 I'm thinking, mother, of the time
When little Willie died: We laid him down with bursting hearts,
My father's tomb beside. 'Twas then you feared my tender form
Would vanish from the light, But ah! my grave is 'neath the wave,
For Lizzie dies to-night! |
4 I know you're dreaming, mother dear,
Of all these dangers past; Perhaps you'll never know how hard
Death came to me at last. I'm almost in your arms again,—
God make your burden light,— I never more can cheer your heart.
For Lizzie, dies to-night! |
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MAGGIE BY MY SIDE |
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