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By Edgar Prestage

cock crows this December night. ..

The cock crows hoarsely this dark night. ..

—Misery! oh, misery!

Villager sleep not! Call the wight. ..

Black sorrow, hasten, call the wight! . ..

—Misery! oh, misery!

The digger is thy slave of right,

Out with his hoe, for he of right,

Black sorrow, is a slave to thee!

Howls the wind, the nests are shaking. ..

In dread night the nests are shaking. ..

—Misery! oh, misery!

Cold as ermine snow is flaking. ..

In the dusk the snow is flaking. ..

—Misery! oh, misery!

Maledict his way is making,

Hoe on shoulder he is making,

That digger, a dark phantom he!

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