| There’s grievin' in the country
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| There’s sorrow in the sand
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| There’s sobbin' in the shanty
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| And there’s anger in the land
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| A woman broods in silence
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| Close beside an open door;
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| Flung on her flimsy doorstep
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| Lies a corpse upon the floor
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| «you'll not ask me why I’m silent»
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| The woman said to me;
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| Her two eyes blazed in anger
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| And her throat throbbed agony
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| Once my heart could cry in sorrow
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| Now it lies there on the floor
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| In the ashes by the hearthstone;
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| They can’t hurt it anymore
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| Oh, let the wind go cryin' yonder
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| In the tree-tops by the spring
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| Let it’s voice be soft and feelin'
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| Like it was a livin' thing
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| There’s grievin' in the country
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| There’s sorrow in the sand
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| There’s sobbin' in the shanty
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| And there’s anger in the land |