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Chapter VIII

	In days of old, when Priests
	With incantations powers, and charms
	Performed and chanted all the rites
	Over those forlorn in love,
	The keen regret of aching heart
	And wish to die, then fled,
1st Verse:	Oh day of keen regret.
	Ye distant offspring of our stock
	Ye see the present crowd,
	But oh how cruel is
	The false and slandering words
	Imputed now to me,
	That I should once have dared
	To sneer at ye, ye crowd
	Of noble born.
2nd Verse:	Come let us hear the slander given
	And let it all be shown
	And clearly seen in light of day
	That I like fish when scaled
	And every bone withdrawn
	To be preserved in heat of sun
	May be

A love dirge.