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17 8 Songs and Ballads
And those grand elms whose shades we sought
At the closing of the day, Are mouldering into ashes
As I sing my doleful lay.
8 Come back with me to Harlow Street,
The High School it stood there, Where early in the morning,
The girls and boys so fair; They came from every quarter
And congregated here There is naught but desolation
On that spot we loved so dear.
9 Farewell unto the Windsor,
And its walls that soared so high, And also to the Graham Block,
It was pleasing to the eye; And dear old Norombega,
Within whose walls, stood there The artists, yes, from every land
When life was young and fair.
io To every one who gave his mite,
Tho', much or little be, Their names be written on the scroll,
As they pass o'er life's dark sea; And to our Mayor Mullen
Who holds the leading reign, May he stand for laws that true and just
At Bangor down in Maine. |
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