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Brewster: Ballads and Songs of Indiana |
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THE SILVER DAGGER |
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Then out she took a silver dagger,
And pierced it through her tender breast;
At first she reeled and then she staggered, Saying, "True-love, I am going to rest." |
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He happened nearby in a thicket,
Not knowing that she was so near;
He ran, he ran like one distracted, |
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Saying, "I have lost my only dear! |
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Then up he picked the bleeding body, And folded it closely in his arms,
Saying, "Is there no friends nor gold can save you, Or must you die with all your charms?" |
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