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CHORUS returning.
Dark, dark is Moina's bed,
On earth's hard lap she lies;
Where is the beauteous form
That heroes lov'd?
Where is the rolling eye,
The ruddy cheek?
Cold, cold is Moina's bed.
On earth's hard lap she lies;
Where is the beauteous form
That heroes lov'd?
Where is the rolling eye,
The ruddy cheek?
Cold, cold is Moina's bed.
And shall no lay of death,
With pleasing murmur, sooth
Her parted soul?
Shall no tear wet the grave
Where Moina lies?
The bards shall raise the lay of death,
The bards shall sooth her parted soul,
And drop the tear of grief
On Moina's grave.
With pleasing murmur, sooth
Her parted soul?
Shall no tear wet the grave
Where Moina lies?
The bards shall raise the lay of death,
The bards shall sooth her parted soul,
And drop the tear of grief
On Moina's grave.
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