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She stands near to the altar— Her eyes are filled with tears. The old priest weds the stripling Unto the girl she fears.

Draw her kerchief low, I pray— Hide her red eyes weeping; Sobbing as if heart should break, She looks on his wedding.

Wrap a garment round her head— Head that ached so madly. Ah, alas! they bear her forth, From the wedding sadly.