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FUGITIVE SONGS. 127
They gave me to the chinisy drover —
Like my father, not my lover.
I am dreary
In his dweUiug !
Hoog Orin !
I am weary
Of the knelling
Of my heavy heart!
Hoog Orin, 0!
Of the tears for ever swelling
From this heavy heart —
Sadly swelling, faintly knelling —
my soul! depart —
Leave this strife
With weary life !
Hoog Orin, !
Ill-fated wife.
I am maiTÌed — I am worried,
Hoog Orin, 0!
I am mated where I hated,
Hoog Orin, !
Mated! married! wearied! worried!
Hoog Orin, !
Equally unhappy with the ill-fated wife of "Hoog Orin, 0!"
was the unmarried heroine of the next song. Her lover was long
absent. She watched for him, but he came not. Hope deferred
made her heart "Sick! sick! sick!" — forcing the sad conviction
on her that she was willfully neglected; and she became "a- weary,
a-weary," and even thought he "wished her dead."
Sick! sick! sick!
Oh, the pain! oh, the gloom!
He has no wash to save me
From the cold tomb.
Love! love! love!
The fair cheek, the dark hair.

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