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He lifted up the murdered man
And plunged him in the flood,
And in the running waters then
He cleansed his hands from blood.
And plunged him in the flood,
And in the running waters then
He cleansed his hands from blood.
The waters closed around the corpse
And cleansed his hands from gore,
The willow waved, the stream flowed on
And murmured as before.
And cleansed his hands from gore,
The willow waved, the stream flowed on
And murmured as before.
There was no human eye had seen
The blood the murderer spilt,
And Jaspar's conscience never knew
The avenging goad of guilt.
The blood the murderer spilt,
And Jaspar's conscience never knew
The avenging goad of guilt.
And soon the ruffian had consum'd
The gold he gain'd so ill,
And years of secret guilt pass'd on
And he was needy still.
The gold he gain'd so ill,
And years of secret guilt pass'd on
And he was needy still.
