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Where shall
the lover rest
Whom the fates sever
From the
true maiden's breast,
Parted for ever?--
Where,
through groves deep and high,
Sounds the fair
billow,
Where early violets die,
Under the
willow.
Chorus.
Soft shall be his pillow.
There, through the summer day,
Cool streams are
laving;
There, while the tempests sway,
Scarce
are boughs waving;
There, thy rest shall thou take,
Parted for ever,
Never again to wake,
Never,
O never!
Chorus.
Never, O never!
Where shall the traitor rest,
He, the deceiver,
Who could win maiden's breast,
Ruin and leave her?--
In the lost battle,
Borne down by the flying,
Where mingles war's rattle
With groans of the
dying.,P>
Chorus.
There shall he be
lying.
Her wing shall the eagle flap
O'er the
false hearted,
His warm blood the wolf shall lap,
Ere life be parted,
Shame and dishonor sit
By his grave ever;
Blessing shall hallow it,--
Never, O never!
Chorus
Never, O never!
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