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There's a poor girl lies buried here Beneath this very place.The earth upon her corpse is prestThis stake is driven into her breast And a stone is on her face.
The soldier had but just lent back And now he half rose up.There's sure no harm in dining here,My friend? and yet to be sincere I should not like to sup.
God rest her! she is still enough Who sleeps beneath our feet!The old man cried. No harm I trowShe ever did herself, tho' now She lies where four roads meet.
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