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...in his grave is lying. She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Every note which he lov'd awaking — Ah ! little they think, who delight in...How the heart of the minstrel is breaking ! He had lived for his love — for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him — Nor...

...in his grave is lying. She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Every note which he lov'd awaking — Ah ! little they think, who delight in...How the heart of the minstrel is breaking ! He had lived for his love — for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him — Nor...

...lovers are round her sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying! She sings the wild song of her dear...How the heart of the minstrel is breaking. He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him,— Oh! make...

...lovers around her are sighing i But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying ! She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he lov'd awaking. — Ah ! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel...

...sighing ; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying ! II. She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he lov'd awaking. — Ah ! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the Minstrel...

...her sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze and weep(, For her heart in hit grave is lying I She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which be loved awaking — Ah! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel...

...lovers around her are sighing : But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying. She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he lov'd awaking—- Ah ! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel...

...sighing ; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying ! n. She sings the wild song of her dear native plains,...strains, How the heart of the Minstrel is breaking ! III. He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined...

...sighing ; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying ! n. She sings the wild song of her dear native plains,...strains, How the heart of the Minstrel is breaking ! III. He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined...