there's a pale drooping maiden
who toils her life away
with worn heart whose better days are o'er
though her voice could be merry,
'tis sighing all the day
"oh hard times, come again no more"
who toils her life away
with worn heart whose better days are o'er
though her voice could be merry,
'tis sighing all the day
"oh hard times, come again no more"
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