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 Rh How flew to the right, how flew to the left, Trees, mountains in the race! How to the left, and the right and the left, Flew town and market-place! "What ails my love? the moon shines bright: Bravely the dead men ride thro' the night. Is my love afraid of the quiet dead?" "Ah! let them alone in their dusty bed!"

See, see, see! by the gallows-tree, As they dance on the wheel's broad hoop, Up and down, in the gleam of the moon Half lost, an airy group:— "Ho! ho! mad mob, come hither amain, And join in the wake of my rushing train;— Come, dance me a dance, ye dancers thin. Ere the planks of the marriage-bed close us in."