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Lyrics of Love and Laughter

Till then, the sigh, the tear, the oath, the moan, 
Till thou, oh, South, and thine, come to thine own.


THE HAUNTED OAK.

PRAY why are you so bare, so bare,
Oh, bough of the old oak-tree;
And why, when I go through the shade you throw,
Runs a shudder over me?

My leaves were green as the best, I trow,
And sap ran free in my veins,
But I saw in the moonlight dim and wierd
A guiltless victim's pains.

I bent me down to hear his sigh;
I shook with his gurgling moan,
And I trembled sore when they rode away,
And left him here alone.
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