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Ballads and Songs of Michigan
He ran and ran like one distracted, Saying, "Oh my dear, I fear your lost."
5 Her coal-black eyes she gently opened,
Saying, "Oh my dear, you've come to late, Prepare to meet me on Mt. Zian Where our joyes will be compleat." Up he picked the bloody weapon, Pearced it through his own dear heart, Saying, "Now let this be one woeful warning To all who try true lovers to part." |
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