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The boatman plied the oar, the boat Approach'd his resting place,The moon-beam shone upon the child And show'd how pale his face.
Now reach thine hand! the boatman cried Lord William reach and save!The child stretch'd forth his little hands To grasp the hand he gave.
Then William shriek'd; the hand he touch'd Was cold and damp and dead!He felt young Edmund in his arms A heavier weight than lead.
The boat sunk down, the murderer sunk Beneath the avenging stream;He rose, he scream'd, no human ear Heard William's drowning scream.
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