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And bless the chains and sprinkle them, And let fifty priests stand round,Who night and day the mass may say Where I lie on the ground.
And let fifty choristers be there The funeral dirge to sing,Who day and night by the taper's light Their aid to me may bring.
Let the church bells all both great and small Be toll'd by night and day,To drive from thence the fiends who come To bear my corpse away.
And ever have the church door barr'd After the even song,And I beseech you children dear Let the bars and bolts be strong.
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