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A Lament

    Daughter, draw 'way from the fangs of the asp
    And dance not where vipers do prey
    Thy tender skin does make serpent grin
    O dearest daughter, draw 'way

    Bare not thine heel for prey
    Dear daughter, draw 'way, draw 'way
    O bare not thine heel for prey

    Daughter, draw 'way from the den of the dogs
    And twirl not thy skirts in play
    Unguarded flesh their eyes will catch
    Beautiful daughter, draw 'way

    Stir not their hunger in play
    My daughter, draw 'way, draw 'way
    O stir not their hunger in play

    Candles light the way through darkened sky
    May they guide thee as they draw thee nigh

    Daughter, draw nigh, and take thee rest
    In slumber, soundly lie
    You'll find no harm within mine arms
    O dearest daughter, draw nigh

    None shall awake thine eye
    Dear daughter, draw nigh, draw nigh
    O none shall awake thine eye
    

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