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LAINE's voice is again heard.
LAINE. |
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The white moon lay on the ruin'd hay, |
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White as a shroud on the city wall! — |
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Though they cried him nay, yet he went his way;
For all their sighing he would not stay — |
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Oh, for the moon on the city wall! |
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Then tell him, pray, ye gallants gay |
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Ah, tell him, ye ladies fair! |
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There is one doth wait by the castle gate, |
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At the foot of the castle stair, |
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And she cries Alack! come back, come back! |
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Ah! why doth he linger here? |
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