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20477	Martin, Theodore, Sir	The Book of Ballads, edited by Bon Gaultier [pseud.]			.txt	text/plain	37296	3296	93	Why dost thou look upon me, with eyes so dark and wide, If thy faithful slave shall venture to observe one little thing; To thy dark and dreary dungeon they shall hale thee back again." but thou hast not kept thy time; Doth thy trembling bosom tell thee, He hath come thy love to seek! Better that its waves should bear thee, than the land thou hast reviled; All these things the judge shall teach thee of the land thou hast I shall leave you for a little, for I'd like to take the air. Looking on thy murdered body, like the injured Daniel Good! Rest thee with thy yellow nabob, spider-hearted Cousin Amy! Rest thee with thy yellow nabob, spider-hearted Cousin Amy! "Now hold thy hand, thou stalwart Friar, Should thy throbbing heart then tell thee, that the veteran worn and grey Come, rest on the bosom that loves thee so well,	./cache/20477.txt	./txt/20477.txt