Their lily hands would soon grow cold;—

Their lily hands would soon grow cold;—

 

No more their lips would curl with scorn,

No more their lips would curl with scorn,

 

At him who grows and brings them corn;---

At him who grows and brings them corn;---

 

You'd see them kneeling at his feet,

You'd see them kneeling at his feet,

 

To beg for something more to eat;

To beg for something more to eat;

 

And plead with him their lives to save,

And plead with him their lives to save,

 

And snatch them from an opening grave.

And snatch them from an opening grave.

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