| I am a travelling creature, traveling through this land
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| I serve as but a warning to woman and to man
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| I saw a weeping woman in a far-off distant land
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| I gave to her my warning and she gave to me her hand
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| Oh Mother, come and hold my hand
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| Oh Mother, hold up my dying hand
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| 'Fore this death has laid its hand on me
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| I asked that weeping woman if she ever tried to pray
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| She said «I tried this morning but the spirit said 'Too late'»
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| Now my parents, they never once taught me all about the ways of hell
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| But the ways that this death has taught me no human tongue can tell
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| Oh Mother, come and hold my head
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| Oh Mother, hold up my dying hand
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| Oh Mother, come and hold my hand
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| Oh Mother, hold up my dying hand
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| 'Fore this death has laid its hand on me
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| 'Fore this death has laid its hand on me |