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AMERICAN BALLADS-.AND''SONGS
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(A) THE JEALOUS LOVER
Way down in the lonely valley,
Where the violets fade and bloom, Tis there my sweet Lorella
Lies mouldering in the tomb. She did not stay heartbroken,
Nor by disease she fell, But in one moment parted
From those she loved so well.
The banners waved above her, Shrill was the bugle sound,
But strangers came and found her Cold, lifeless on the ground.
One night when the moon shone brightly,
And the stars were shining too, Into her quiet cottage
Her jealous lover drew, Saying, "Love, come let us wander
Amid the fields so gay; While wandering we will ponder
Upon our wedding day."
Deep, deep into the woodland,
He drew his love so dear; Says she, " 'Tis for you only |
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