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...the morrow. We thought, as we hollow'd his narrow bed, And smooth'd down his lonely pillow. That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head. And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone. And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ;— But little...

...the morrow. We thought, as we hollow'd his narrow bed, And smooth'd down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er the cold ashes upbraid him ; But nothing he'll...

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...thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollow'd his narrow bed, And smooth'd down his lowly pillow. The foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that 's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; Bat little...

...of the morrow. We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, The foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, But little he'll...