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The old Woman shriek'd as they entered her door, 'Twas fearful her shrieks to hear,Now take the sacrament away For mercy, my children dear!
Her lip it trembled with agony, The sweat ran down her brow,I have tortures in store for evermore, Oh! spare me my children now!
Away they sent the sacrament, The fit it left her weak,She look'd at her children with ghastly eyes And faintly struggled to speak.
All kind of sin I have rioted in And the judgment now must be,But I secured my childrens souls, Oh! pray my children for me.
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