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 You will die on the gallows when life is yet young, If you list to the singing of old Grannia Wael.”

“My path may be rough and my prison bed hard, But my heart will be glad and my soul shall not quail, I shall die on the gallows with joy and with pride, And my last breath shall whisper, ‘God bless Grannia Wael.’”