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338 Ballads and Songs of Michigan
And fearing that she was not dead, My hands upon her throat I laid,
8 And there such deep impressions made The soul soon from its body fled. As I cried out, "What shall I do ?
9 "How can I leave this mournful place, This world again how can I face ? Yes, I would freely give up my store, Had I ten thousand pounds or more,
10 "If I could only bring to life
My dear, my darling murdered wife. Adieu, adieu, kind friends, adieu, No more on earth shall I see you; But how I hope to meet again On heaven's bright and flowery plain."