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AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS 97 |
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See him march; hear his fetters Harsh they clash upon the ear;
But his step is firm and manly, For his breast ne'er harbored fear.
See, he kneels upon his coffin, Sure his death can do no good;
Spare Him! Hark! 0 God, they have shot him, See his bosom streams with blood.
Farewell, Bird, farewell forever!
Friends and home you'll see no more; But his mangled corpse lies buried
On Lake Erie's distant shore.
42 (A) 0 JOHNNY DEAR, WHY DID YOU GO?
In Conway town there did dwell A lovely youth I knew full well.
Ri tu nic a neari Ri tu nic a neari na.
One day this youth did go Down in the meadow for to mow.
He mowed all around, at length did feel A pizen serpent bite his heel. |
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