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 "There come four men about the gate. Their looks are stern and cold?" "They do but seek the little lamb That died beyond the fold."

"Then I shall make the window fast, And I shall bar the door; Oh, fear is bitter at my heart, And I can bear no more."

"You may not bar the oaken door, Nor make the window fast; But you shall pray for my lost soul, As long as life shall last."

"For I must go with those who wait About the door with me, Since I have slain my own false love Beneath the linden tree. Oh, I have slain my faithless love, Beneath the linden tree."

I have one sorrow in my heart, My Roy, who sleeps so sound. Oh, will the wide world call this babe,