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 Let me breathe air but a moment—
 * A moment in pity, I pray.”

But the devils, laughing, replied,
 * That is easy enough to say;

Had you but lived a better life,
 * You would not have been here to-day.”

The girl wept aloud in despair:
 * My soul I have lost now for aye,

Oh, would I could tell my mother,
 * To teach my poor sisters to pray;

Oh, would I could go to the earth,
 * I would turn them from sin away.”

Cease from thy fretting and worrying,
 * There are plenty to teach the way.

If the sisters choose to listen
 * They can also learn how to pray.

You chose to do ill in your life,
 * And your soul is lost now for aye.”