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all my fancy painted her, She’s lovely she’s divine; But her heart it is another’s, She never can be mine. Yet loved I as man never loved. A love without decay;—— Oh! my heart——my heart is breaking For the love of Alice Gray.

Her dark brown hair is braided o’er A brow of spotless white; Her soft blue eye now ualguishes—— Now flashes with delight; The hair is braided not for me, The eye is turned away; Yet my heart——my heart is breaking For the love of Alice Gray.

I’ve sunk beneath the summer’s sun, And trembled in the blast; But my pilgrimage is nearly done, The weary conflict’s past, And when the green sod wraps my grave May pity haply say, "Oh ! his heart——his heart was broken For the love of Alice Gray!”