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LADY DUFFERIN I'm very lonely now, Mary, &emsp;For the poor make no new friends, But, O, they love the better still, &emsp;The few our Father sends! And you were all I had, Mary, &emsp;My blessin' and my pride: There's nothin' left to care for now, &emsp;Since my poor Mary died.

Yours was the good, brave heart, Mary, &emsp;That still kept hoping on, When the trust in God had left my soul, &emsp;And my arm's young strength was gone There was comfort ever on your lip, &emsp;And the kind look on your brow&mdash; I bless you, Mary, for that same, &emsp;Though you cannot hear me now.

I thank you for the patient smile &emsp;When your heart was fit to break, When the hunger pain was gnawin' there, &emsp;And you hid it, for my sake! I bless you for the pleasant word, &emsp;When your heart was sad and sore&mdash; O, I'm thankful you are gone, Mary, &emsp;Where grief can't reach you more!

I'm biddin' you a long farewell, &emsp;My Mary kind and true! But I'll not forget you, darling! &emsp;In the land I'm goin' to; 806