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 "Oh, Father! Father! hear me now And let me rest in peace." "Now speak, my son, and tell your sin To give your soul release."

"It was one night a year ago— Sweet Mary, ease my pain— I followed far your toiling feet Within a lonely lane.

"The red gold for the old and poor You had beneath your gown, I hid within a darksome place Where I could strike you down."

Now Father John he smiled and leant In pity by the bed, "I did disarm you by my prayer, I thank the Lord," he said.

"I went in fear upon my path I knew some danger lay, And lone I knelt upon the road A little while to pray."