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37 From the great Gavel, down by Leeza's Banks,

And down the Enna, far as Egremont,

The day would be a very festival,

And those two bells of ours, which there you see

Hanging in the open air—but, O good Sir!

This is sad talk—they'll never sound for him

Living or dead—When last we heard of him

He was in slavery among the Moors

Upon the Barbary Coast—'Twas not a little

That would bring down his spirit, and, no doubt,

Before it ended in his death, the Lad