Gone
Mournfully, mournfully All around me are crying, For my dark-eyed baby boy Is dying, dying Tenderly, tenderly To him I am clinging, But he slips from my fond arms, Death bells are ringing Joyfully, joyfully Angels are receiving My babe--by the empty cot I must sit grieving.
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"Mournfully, mournfully..."
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