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96 Woe for the day! Regina's pride,

Regina's hope is in the grave;

And who shall rule my land beside,

And who shall save?

Woe for the day! with gory tears

My countless sons this day shall rue;

Woe for the day! a thousand years

Cannot repair what one shall do.

Woe for the day! 'twixt rain and wind

That sad lament was ringing;

It almost broke my heart to hear

Such dreamy, dreary singing.