A SONG.
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"Ah! sure my heart sinks, sae sair in my breast,
Too sure he frae all the world's trouble doth rest!"
"But where is my Marion?" his pale cheek turned red,
And the glistening tear in his eye was soon dried.
Too sure he frae all the world's trouble doth rest!"
"But where is my Marion?" his pale cheek turned red,
And the glistening tear in his eye was soon dried.
"She lives!" and he knew 'twas his Marion's sweet tone,
"She lives," exclaims Marion, "for Norman alone!"
He saw her: the rose had fled far from her cheek,
But Norman still lives! his Marion is found;
By the adamant chains of blithe Hymen they're bound.
"She lives," exclaims Marion, "for Norman alone!"
He saw her: the rose had fled far from her cheek,
But Norman still lives! his Marion is found;
By the adamant chains of blithe Hymen they're bound.
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