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THE SIX SORROWS
"There come four men about the gate.
Their looks are stern and cold?"
"They do but seek the little lamb
That died beyond the fold."
"Then I shall make the window fast,
And I shall bar the door;
Oh, fear is bitter at my heart,
And I can bear no more."
"You may not bar the oaken door,
Nor make the window fast;
But you shall pray for my lost soul,
As long as life shall last."
"For I must go with those who wait
About the door with me,
Since I have slain my own false love
Beneath the linden tree.
Oh, I have slain my faithless love,
Beneath the linden tree."
I have one sorrow in my heart,
My Roy, who sleeps so sound.
Oh, will the wide world call this babe,
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