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Woe! Woe! Woe!

And whence ye came with footstep slow

And cry of wail and weeping go.

Woe! Woe! Woe!

Through all the city let your voice be sent!

Through all the city one lament.

Groan, ye who did so delicately tread!

O Persian earth, I stumble on your dead!

Yea, yea, yea!

In the oared galleys they were cast away!

My groanings shall thine escort be!

I'll play thee home with such sad minstrelsy!

[Exeunt