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AT THE MID HOUR OF NIGHT.
(MOLLY, MY DEAR.) |
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2. Then I sing the wild song 'twas once such pleasure to hear, When our voices, commingling, breath'd, like one, on the ear; And, as Echo far off thro' the vale my sad orison rolls, I think, O my love ! 'tis thy voice from the Kingdom of Souls, Faintly answering still the notes that once were so dear. |
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N.B.—This melody is in strains of Jive bar rhythm.—Ed. |
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H. 4838. |
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