With rigid ear, and streaming eye,

   I saw from me that you did turn,

   I never knew the reason why.

   Oh, Josiah,

   It seemed as if I must expiah.

   "Why did you—oh, why did you blow

   Upon my life of snowy sleet,

   The fiah of love to fiercest glow,

   Then turn a damphar on the heat?

   Oh, Josiah,

   It seemed as if I must expiah.

   "I saw thee coming down the street,

    She

   by your side in bonnet bloo,

   The stuns that grated 'neath thy feet,

   Seemed crunching on my vitals, too.

   Oh, Josiah,

   It seemed as if I must expiah.

   "I saw thee washing sheep last night,

   On the bridge I stood with marble brow.

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