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Who knocks at the Geraldine's door to night	A
In the black storm and the rain	B
With the thunder crash and the shrieking wind	C
Comes the moan of a creature's pain	B
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And once they knocked yet never a stir	D
To show that the Geraldine knew	E
And twice they knocked yet never a bolt	F
The listening Geraldine drew	E
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And thrice they knocked ere he moved his chair	G
And said Whoever it be	H
I dare not open the door to night	A
For a fear that has come to me	H
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Three times he rises from out his chair	G
And three times he sits him down	I
Now what has made faint this heart of mine	J
He says with a growing frown	I
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Now what has made me a coward to night	A
Who never knew fear before	K
But I swear that the hand of a little child	L
Keeps pulling me from the door	K
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The Geraldine rose from his chair at last	M
And opened the door full wide	N
Whoever is out in the storm said he	H
May in God's name come inside	N
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He who was out in the storm and rain	B
Drew back at the Geraldine's call	O
Now who comes not in the Holy Name	P
Will never come in at all	O
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He looked to the right he looked to the left	Q
And never a one saw he	H
But right in his path lay a coal black hound	R
A moaning right piteously	O
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Come in he cried you little black hound	R
Come in I will ease your pain	B
My roof shall keep you to night at least	S
From the leash of wind and rain	B
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The Geraldine took up the little black hound	R
And put him down by the fire	D
So sleep you there poor wandering one	T
As long as your heart desire	D
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The Geraldine tossed on his bed that night	A
And never asleep went he	H
For the crowing of his little red cock	U
That did crow most woefully	H
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For the howling of his own wolf hound	R
That cried at the gate all night	A
He rose and went to the banquet hall	O
At the first of morning light	A
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He looked to the right he looked to the left	Q
At the rug where the dog lay on	V
But the reindeer skin was burnt in two	E
And the little black hound was gone	W
	-
And traced in the ashes these words he read	X
For the soul of your firstborn son	T
I will make you rich as you once were rich	Y
Ere the glass of your luck was run	T
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The Geraldine went to the west window	Z
And then he went to the east	S
And saw his desolate pasture fields	A2
And the stables without a beast	S
	-
So be it as I love no woman	T
No son shall ever be mine	J
I would that my stables were full of steeds	B2
And my cellars were full of wine	J
	-
I swear it as I love no woman	T
And never a son have I	C2
I would that my sheep and their little lambs	D2
Should flourish and multiply	C2
	-
So yours be the soul of my firstborn son	T
Here the Geraldine slyly smiled	L
But from the dark of the lonely room	E2
Came the cry of a little child	L
	-
The Geraldine went to the west window	Z
He opened and out did lean	F2
And lo the pastures were full of kine	F2
All chewing the grass so green	F2
	-
And quickly he went to the east window	Z
And his face was pale to see	H
For lo he saw to the empty stalls	G2
Brave steeds go three by three	H
	-
The Geraldine went to the great hall door	K
In wonder at what had been	F2
And there he saw the prettiest maid	H2
That ever his eyes had seen	F2
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And long he looked at the pretty young maid	H2
And swore there was none so fair	G
And his heart went out of him like a hound	R
And hers like a timid hare	G
	-
Each day he followed her up and down	F2
And each night he could not rest	I2
Until at last the pretty young maid	H2
Her love for him confessed	I2
	-
They wooed and they wed and the days went by	C2
As quick as such good days will	O
And at last came the cry of his firstborn son	F2
The cup of his joy to fill	O
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And the summer passed and the winter came	P
Right fair was the child to see	H
And he laughed at the shriek of a bitter storm	J2
As he sat on his father's knee	H
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Who rings so loud at the Geraldine's gate	K2
Who knocks so loud at the door	K
Now rise you up my pretty young wife	L2
For twice they have knocked before	K
	-
Quickly she opened the great hall door	K
And Welcome you in she cried	N
But there only entered a little black hound	R
And he would not be denied	N
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When the Geraldine saw the little black dog	M2
He rose with a fearful cry	C2
I sold my child to the Devil's hound	R
In forgotten days gone by	C2
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He drew his sword on the little black hound	R
But it would not pierce its skin	F2
He tried to pray but his lips were dumb	N2
Because of his grievous sin	F2
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Then the fair young wife took the black hound's throat	O2
Both her small white hands between	F2
And he thought he saw one of God's angels	P2
Where his sweet young wife had been	F2
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Then he thought he saw from God's spirit	Q2
The hound go sore oppressed	I2
But he woke to find his own dead wife	L2
With her dead child on her breast	I2
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Quickly he went to the west window	Z
Quickly he went to the east	S
No help in the desolate pasture fields	A2
Or the stables that held no beast	S
	-
He flung himself at his white wife's side	N
And the dead lips moved and smiled	L
Then came somewhere from the lonely room	E2
The laugh of a little child	L

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