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O, where will be the birds that sing

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O why should the spirit of mortal be proud? .

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There's a grim one-horse hearse in a jolly round trot

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'T is midnight's holy hour,-and silence now

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'T was a jolly old pedagogue, long ago

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T was in heaven pronounced, and 'twas muttered in

hell.

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'Twas the night before Chrislmas, when all through

the house

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"T was when the wan leaf frae the birk tree was fa'in' 105

Two worlds there are. To one our eyes we strain

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Two Yankee wags, one summer day

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When a' ither bairnies are hushed to their hame

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When the lessons and tasks are all ended

When the sheep are in the fauld, and a' the kye at

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Where the rocks are gray, and the shore is steep
Who fears to speak of Ninety-Eight?

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"You have heard," said a youth to his sweetheart,
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You knew-who knew not Astrophel?

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You lay a wreath on murdered Lincoln's bier

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THE END.

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