Dead! Where no maiden fair

Weaves with his waving hair.

Dead! Where no darling sips

Life from his loving lips.

Dead! Dead! Ah!—Dead to me.

Dead! Where no woman's breast,

Robbed of her love and rest,

Flower with a fading leaf,

Sinks in her silent grief.

Dead! Dead! Ah!—Dead to me.

Dead! Nevermore to be.

Dead! Nevermore to be.

Dead! Evermore to me.

Dead! Evermore to me.

Dead! Dead! Ah!—Dead to ME!

WEEP NOT FOR HIM.

Weep not for him who, in the battle dying,

Lives in the lays of those he sought to save;

Weep not for him who on the cold turf lying,

Finds in his native land a patriot's grave;

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