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Maine Lumberjacks 97
19 He tore the muffler from her face,
And the cold stars on her shone, And quickly in the lighted hall Her lifeless form was borne.
20 They tried every means they could
Her life for to restore; But Charlotte was a frozen corpse And never could speak more.
21 He sat himself down by her side,
And the bitter tears did flow; He said, "My dear intended bride I never more shall know."
22 He threw his arms around her neck
And kissed her marble brow, And his thoughts went back to the place Where she said, "I'm growing warmer now."
23 He bore her back into the sleigh
And with her he rode home, And when he reached her father's house, Oh! how her parents mourned!
24 ' They mourned the loss of their daughter dear,
And Charles mourned o'er his doom, Until at length his heart had broke: Now they slumber in one tomb. |
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