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Lady Alice, Lady Louise,

Between the wash of the tumbling seas

We are ready to sing, if so ye please;

So lay your long hands on the keys;

And ever the great bell overhead 

Boom'd in the wind a knell for the dead.

''Though no one toll'd it, a knell for the dead. ''

Sister, let the measure swell

Not too loud; for you sing not well

If you drown the faint boom of the bell;

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