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AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS
She died not broken hearted,
From sickness or despair, But in one moment started
From the friends she loved so fair—
Down on her knees before him
She pleaded for her life; But deep into her bosom
He plunged the fatal knife.
Saying, "Your parents will forgive me For the deed which I have done;
For I'm going to leave this country Never more for to return." |
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44 YOUNG CHARLOTTE
Young Charlotte lived on the mountain side
In a lone and dreary spot; No other house for miles around
Except her father's cot.
And yet on many a winter's night, Young swains were gathered there;
For her father kept a social board, And she was very fair. |
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