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I have suck'd the breath of sleeping babes, The fiends have been my slaves,I have nointed myself with infants fat, And feasted on rifled graves.
And the fiend will fetch me now in fire My witchcrafts to atone,And I who have rifled the dead man's grave Shall never have rest in my own.
Bless I intreat my winding sheet My children I beg of you!And with holy water sprinkle my shroud And sprinkle my coffin too.
And let me be chain'd in my coffin of stone And fasten it strong I imploreWith iron bars, and let it be chain'd With three chains to the church floor.
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