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THE MAIDEN'S LAMENT As I roved out one eve-ning in Spring, Down by a silent sweet shady grove, I heard a maiden maken sad lament She cried, "Alas I have lost my love." O love is like an unquenching fire, Like a raging fire it seems to burn Unto my cold grave I will retire Unto my friends I will ne'er return. Come all you fair maids like me a-dying It's now I'm taking my last farewell, And all you small birds round me flying Let your sweet notes be my passing bell. From Folk Songs of the Americas, Lloyd and Rivera (Canada) @love @parting filename[ MAIDLMNT TUNE FILE: MAIDLMNT CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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