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7 Go open her coffin, Lord Lovel he said, Pull down her shroud, says he,
And let me kiss her cold, cold lips— And the tears come trinkling down.
8 Go dig my grave, Lord Lovel he said, Go dig my grave, says he,
For I have no longer in this world to stay For the loss of my Lady Nancy. |
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