| Oh! |
| Breathe not his name! |
| let it sleep in the shade
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| Where cold and unhonored his relics are laid;
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| Sad, silent, and dark be the tears that we shed
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| As the night dew that falls on the grass o’er his head
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| But the night dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, 5
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| Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps;
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| And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls
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| Shall long keep his memory green in our souls
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| Oh! |
| Breathe not his name! |
| let it sleep in the shade
|
| Where cold and unhonored his relics are laid;
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| Sad, silent, and dark be the tears that we shed
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| As the night dew that falls on the grass o’er his head
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| Grass o’er his head
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| Grass o’er his head
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| Grass o’er his head |