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An' toilin' up Bearey Mountain,
With that wailin', sighin' soun'
As if their hearts were goin’ a-breakin',
The for their last leave they were takin',
Wherever they were boun.'
An' Bearey was roulin' his cloak,
An' reachin' it down his side,
An' coaxin' them up an' lappin' them roun',
Till the wailin' was dyin' gradjual down,
Like the calm of the ebbing tide.
