| There was a lady and a lady gay
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| Of children she had three
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| She sent them away to the North Countree
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| To learn their grammaree
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| They’d not been gone but a very short time
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| Scarcely three weeks and a day
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| When death, cruel death, came along
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| And stole those babes away
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| «There is a King in Heaven», she cried
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| «A King of third degree
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| Send back, send back my three little babes
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| This night send back to me»
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| She made a bed in the uppermost room
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| On it she put a white sheet
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| And over the top a golden spread
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| That they much better might sleep
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| «Take it off, take it off», cried the older one
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| «Take it off, take it off», cried he
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| «For what’s to become of this wide wicked world
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| Since sin has first begun»
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| She set a table of linen fine
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| On it she placed bread and wine
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| «Come eat, come drink my three little babes
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| Come eat, come drink of mine»
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| «We want none of your bread, mother
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| Neither do we want your wine
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| For yonder stands our Savior deer
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| To Him we must resign»
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| «Green grass is over our heads, mother
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| Cold clay is over our feet
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| And every tear you shed for us
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| It wets our winding sheet» |