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THE MOTHER'S GHOST	A
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Svend Dyring he rideth adown the glade	B
I myself was young	C
There he hath wooed him so winsome a maid	B
Fair words gladden so many a heart	D
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Together were they for seven years	E
And together children six were theirs	F
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Then came Death abroad through the land	G
And blighted the beautiful lily wand	H
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Svend Dyring he rideth adown the glade	B
And again hath he wooed him another maid	B
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He hath wooed him a maid and brought home a bride	I
But she was bitter and full of pride	I
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When she came driving into the yard	J
There stood the six children weeping so hard	J
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There stood the small children with sorrowful heart	D
From before her feet she thrust them apart	D
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She gave to them neither ale nor bread	K
Ye shall suffer hunger and hate she said	K
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She took from them their quilts of blue	L
And said Ye shall lie on the straw we strew	L
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She took from them the great waxlight	K
Now ye shall lie in the dark at night	K
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In the evening late they cried with cold	K
The mother heard it under the mould	K
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The woman heard it the earth below	M
To my little children I must go	M
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She standeth before the Lord of all	N
And may I go to my children small	N
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She prayed him so long and would not cease	O
Until he bade her depart in peace	O
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At cock crow thou shalt return again	P
Longer thou shalt not there remain	Q
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She girded up her sorrowful bones	R
And rifted the walls and the marble stones	R
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As through the village she flitted by	S
The watch dogs howled aloud to the sky	S
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When she came to the castle gate	K
There stood her eldest daughter in wait	K
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Why standest thou here dear daughter mine	T
How fares it with brothers and sisters thine	T
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Never art thou mother of mine	T
For my mother was both fair and fine	T
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My mother was white with cheeks of red	K
But thou art pale and like to the dead	K
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How should I be fair and fine	T
I have been dead pale cheeks are mine	T
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How should I be white and red	K
So long so long have I been dead	K
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When she came in at the chamber door	U
There stood the small children weeping sore	U
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One she braided another she brushed	K
The third she lifted the fourth she hushed	K
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The fifth she took on her lap and pressed	K
As if she would suckle it at her breast	K
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Then to her eldest daughter said she	V
Do thou bid Svend Dyring come hither to me	V
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Into the chamber when he came	W
She spake to him in anger and shame	W
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I left behind me both ale and bread	K
My children hunger and are not fed	K
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I left behind me quilts of blue	L
My children lie on the straw ye strew	L
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I left behind me the great waxlight	K
My children lie in the dark at night	K
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If I come again unto your hall	N
As cruel a fate shall you befall	N
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Now crows the cock with feathers red	K
Back to the earth must all the dead	K
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Now crows the cock with feathers swart	K
The gates of heaven fly wide apart	K
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Now crows the cock with feathers white	K
I can abide no longer to night	K
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Whenever they heard the watch dogs wail	X
They gave the children bread and ale	X
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Whenever they heard the watch dogs bay	Y
They feared lest the dead were on their way	Y
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Whenever they heard the watch dogs bark	Z
I myself was young	C
They feared the dead out there in the dark	Z
Fair words gladden so many a heart	K
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INTERLUDE	K
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Touched by the pathos of these rhymes	A2
The Theologian said All praise	B2
Be to the ballads of old times	A2
And to the bards of simple ways	B2
Who walked with Nature hand in hand	K
Whose country was their Holy Land	K
Whose singing robes were homespun brown	C2
From looms of their own native town	C2
Which they were not ashamed to wear	D2
And not of silk or sendal gay	Y
Nor decked with fanciful array	Y
Of cockle shells from Outre Mer	D2
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To whom the Student answered Yes	E2
All praise and honor I confess	E2
That bread and ale home baked home brewed	K
Are wholesome and nutritious food	K
But not enough for all our needs	F2
Poets the best of them are birds	G2
Of passage where their instinct leads	F2
They range abroad for thoughts and words	G2
And from all climes bring home the seeds	F2
That germinate in flowers or weeds	F2
They are not fowls in barnyards born	H2
To cackle o'er a grain of corn	H2
And if you shut the horizon down	C2
To the small limits of their town	C2
What do you but degrade your bard	K
Till he at last becomes as one	I2
Who thinks the all encircling sun	I2
Rises and sets in his back yard	K
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The Theologian said again	P
It may be so yet I maintain	Q
That what is native still is best	K
And little care I for the rest	K
'T is a long story time would fail	X
To tell it and the hour is late	K
We will not waste it in debate	K
But listen to our Landlord's tale	X
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And thus the sword of Damocles	J2
Descending not by slow degrees	J2
But suddenly on the Landlord fell	K2
Who blushing and with much demur	L2
And many vain apologies	J2
Plucking up heart began to tell	K2
The Rhyme of one Sir Christopher	L2

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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