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Weep, my maiden, weep and cry,
 * To your lover say farewell.

To the only one you love—
 * He who in your heart doth dwell.

Drafted in the warrior band,
 * Far away he’ll have to serve.

May be, in the living land,
 * You will see his face no more.

Oh, that I were in my grave,
 * Deep beneath the emerald grass,

O’er my mound a heavy cross,
 * Pressing my poor head, alas!

Then two eyes would only weep,
 * Where four now are bathed in tears;

Then two eyes would only burn
 * With the scalding, bitter tears.