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We are coming sister Mary

(17) We are coming sister Mary

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We are coming Sister Mary.

On a stormy night in winter.
When the windsblew cold and wet,
I heard some strains of music,
That I shall ne'er forget,
as eepin g in the little cabin,
Where lived Mary, fair and young,
When a light shone in the window,
And a band of niggers sung.—

            chouus :
We are coming sister Mary,
We are coming bye-and-bye
Be you ready sister Mrry,
For the time is drawing nigh

I tried to call my dearest Mary,
But my tongue would not obey.
'Till the song so strange had ended,
And the singers flown away,
Then I woke her from her slumber,
And teld her everything,
But I could not guess the meaning,
Of the song I heard them sing.
                     We are coming, &c.

When the next night came I heard them
And the tnird night, too, theysu
For I sat beside the pillow,
Of my Mary fair and young,
As I watched I heard a rustling,
Like the rustling of a wing,
And beside my Mary's pillow ;
Very soon I heard them sing—
                     We are coming, &c.

Then again I called my Mary,
But my sorrow was complete,
For I found her heart of kindness,
Had for ever ceased to beat,
And sure I am very lonely,
From summer round to spring,
And I oft, in midnight slumber,
Seem to hear the voices sing.—
                       We are coming, &c.

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                 A admred Song call d

                 YOUNG
              Molly Bawn.

Come all you young fellows a that follo the gun,
Beware of late shooting by the setting of the sun,
Her white apron about her I took her for a swa
But to my misfortune it was my Molly Bawn
He ran to his uncle with the gun in his hand
Saying Uncle, dear Uncle I'm not able to stand,
I've a story to tell you which happened of late
I havelovely Moly Bawn and her beanty was great

Up comes his father and his locks they were gr
Stay in your own country and don't run away,
Stay in your own country till yonr trial comes o
ll see ufes by the laws of the land.

My curse ny u Toby that lent me your gun
To go a state shooting by the setting of the sun
I robbed her fair temples and found she was dead
A founial of tears for my Molly I shed.

I shot my own true lover—alas ? I'm undone
While she was in the shade by the setting of the sun
Ah, if I thought she was there I'd caress her
tenderly,
And soon I'd get marred to my own dear Molly

Young women dont be jesting when your love
is sincere,
For if you do they can't love you or er as yo
care,
You'll know by a youngman's co adnet, when h
gentle and bland
be'll give you his he nd also hi band

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