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Beneath an old wall that went round an old Castle	A
For many a year with brown ivy o'erspread	B
A neat little Hovel its lowly roof raising	C
Defied the wild winds that howl'd over its shed	B
The turrets that frown'd on the poor simple dwelling	C
Were rock'd to and fro when the Tempest would roar	D
And the river that down the rich valley was swelling	C
Flow'd swiftly beside the green step of its door	D
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The Summer Sun gilded the rushy roof slanting	C
The bright dews bespangled its ivy bound hedge	E
And above on the ramparts the sweet Birds were chanting	C
And wild buds thick dappled the clear river's edge	E
When the Castle's rich chambers were haunted and dreary	F
The poor little Hovel was still and secure	G
And no robber e'er enter'd or goblin or fairy	F
For the splendours of pride had no charms to allure	G
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The Lord of the Castle a proud surly ruler	H
Oft heard the low dwelling with sweet music ring	C
For the old Dame that liv'd in the little Hut chearly	A
Would sit at her wheel and would merrily sing	C
When with revels the Castle's great Hall was resounding	C
The Old Dame was sleeping not dreaming of fear	I
And when over the mountains the Huntsmen were bounding	C
She would open her wicket their clamours to hear	J
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To the merry ton'd horn she would dance on the threshold	B
And louder and louder repeat her old Song	K
And when Winter its mantle of Frost was displaying	C
She caroll'd undaunted the bare woods among	L
She would gather dry Fern ever happy and singing	C
With her cake of brown bread and her jug of brown beer	I
And would smile when she heard the great Castle bell ringing	C
Inviting the Proud to their prodigal chear	I
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Thus she liv'd ever patient and ever contented	B
Till Envy the Lord of the Castle possess'd	B
For he hated that Poverty should be so chearful	A
While care could the fav'rites of Fortune molest	B
He sent his bold yeomen with threats to prevent her	I
And still would she carol her sweet roundelay	A
At last an old Steward relentless he sent her	I
Who bore her all trembling to Prison away	M
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Three weeks did she languish then died broken hearted	B
Poor Dame how the death bell did mournfully sound	B
And along the green path six young Bachelors bore her	I
And laid her for ever beneath the cold ground	B
And the primroses pale 'mid the long grass were growing	C
The bright dews of twilight bespangled her grave	N
And morn heard the breezes of summer soft blowing	C
To bid the fresh flow'rets in sympathy wave	N
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The Lord of the Castle from that fatal moment	B
When poor Singing MARY was laid in her grave	N
Each night was surrounded by Screech owls appalling	C
Which o'er the black turrets their pinions would wave	N
On the ramparts that frown'd on the river swift flowing	C
They hover'd still hooting a terrible song	K
When his windows would rattle the Winter blast blowing	C
They would shriek like a ghost the dark alleys among	L
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Wherever he wander'd they followed him crying	C
At dawnlight at Eve still they haunted his way	M
When the Moon shone across the wide common they hooted	B
Nor quitted his path till the blazing of day	M
His bones began wasting his flesh was decaying	C
And he hung his proud head and he perish'd with shame	O
And the tomb of rich marble no soft tear displaying	C
O'ershadows the grave of THE POOR SINGING DAME	O

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