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48 There's no one that could ever tell

And if 'twas born alive or dead,

There's no one knows, as I have said,

But some remember well,

That Martha Ray about this time

Would up the mountain often climb.

XVI.

And all that winter, when at night

The wind blew from the mountain-peak,

'Twas worth your while, though in the dark,

The church-yard path to seek:

For many a time and oft were heard

Cries coming from the mountain-head,

Some plainly living voices were,

And others, I've heard many swear,

Were voices of the dead:

I cannot think, whate'er they say,

They had to do with Martha Ray.