UNSHRIVEN
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“If I fear, it is for thee, thy weal is dear to me,
“Yon moor with retribution seemeth rife;
“As we've sown so must we reap, and I've started in my sleep
“At the voice of the avenger, ‘life for life.’”
“Yon moor with retribution seemeth rife;
“As we've sown so must we reap, and I've started in my sleep
“At the voice of the avenger, ‘life for life.’”
“My arm is strong I ween, and my trusty blade is keen,
“And the courser that I ride is swift and sure,
“And I cannot break my oath, though to leave thee I am loth,
”There is one that I must meet upon the moor.”
“And the courser that I ride is swift and sure,
“And I cannot break my oath, though to leave thee I am loth,
”There is one that I must meet upon the moor.”
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Oh, the sun shone on the lea, and the bird sang merrilie,
Down the avenue and through the iron gate,
Spurr'd and belted, so he rode, steel to draw and steel to goad,
And across the moor he gallop'd fast and straight.
Down the avenue and through the iron gate,
Spurr'd and belted, so he rode, steel to draw and steel to goad,
And across the moor he gallop'd fast and straight.
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Oh, the sun shone on the lea, and the bird sang full of glee,
Ere the mists of evening gather'd chill and grey;
But the wild bird's merry note on the deaf ear never smote,
And the sunshine never warm'd the lifeless clay.
Ere the mists of evening gather'd chill and grey;
But the wild bird's merry note on the deaf ear never smote,
And the sunshine never warm'd the lifeless clay.
