| There lived a wife in Usher’s Well
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| A wealthy wife was she
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| She had three stout and stalwart sons
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| And sent them o’er the sea
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| They had not been from Usher’s Well
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| A week but barely one
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| When word came to this carline wife
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| That her three sons were gone
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| «I wish the wind may never, never cease
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| Nor flashes in the flood
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| Till my three sons return to me
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| In earthly flesh and blood
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| Earthly flesh and blood.»
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| It fell about the Martinmas
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| The nights were long and dark
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| Three sons came home to Usher’s Well
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| Their hats were made of bark
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| That neither grew in forest green
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| Nor on any wooded rise
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| But from the north side of the tree
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| That grows in Paradise
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| «Blow up the fire, my merry, merry maidens
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| Bring water from the well
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| For all my house shall feast this night
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| Since my three sons are well.»
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| Then up and crowed the blood red cock
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| And up and crowed the grey
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| The oldest to the youngest said
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| «It's time we were away—
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| «For the cock does crow and the day doth show
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| And the channering worm doth chide
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| And we must go from Usher’s Well
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| To the gates of Paradise.»
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| «I wish the wind may never, never cease
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| Nor flashes in the flood
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| Till my three sons return to me
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| In earthly flesh and blood
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| Earthly flesh and blood.» |