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O was not I a weary wight! Oh ono chri!

Maid, Wife and Widow in one night, oh ono chri!

When in my soft and yelding arms, oh ono chri!

When most I thought him free from harms, oh ono chri!

Even at the dead time of the night, oh ono chri,

They broke my bower, and flew my Knight, oh ono chri,

With ae lock o'his jet black hair, oh ono chri,

I'll tye my heart for ever mair, oh ono chri!

Nae fly-tongued youth, or flattering swain, oh ono chri,

Shall e'er untie this knot again, oh ono chri,

Thine still, dear youth, that heart shall be, oh ono chri,

Nor pant for aught save heaven and thee, oh ono chri!