| The two island swans, mated for life
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| And his faithful heart would not consider any other wife
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| For three years' peaceful joy 'midst the rushes of the pond
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| Proud and gentle was the loving of the last two island swans
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| And their love was like a circle, no beginning and no end
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| With his lady by his side, a treasure and a best friend
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| And the pond was all so peaceful in the rising of the sun
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| Young and free as the island breeze, their life had just begun
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| On a dread day in November when the seering cold did start
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| Stalked the hunter with his bow and put an arrow in her heart
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| Husband, come to my side — let your feathers warm my pain
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| For I fear I shall not share another day with you again
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| And the cold winds blow
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| He was brave but he’s laid low
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| By her body in the island mist
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| I saw him give her one last cold kiss … one last cold kiss
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| Now of swans the people talk of only one in this day’s tide
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| Though they brought him twenty ladies, he would take no other bride
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| And they say he will not come from the spot where she did fall |
| Once so proud, he’s beaten now, and he will not speak at all |