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Fair Florilla Down by the weeping willow Where the violets early do bloom, There lies a young fair Ella So silent in the tomb. She died not broken hearted, Nor sickness did her befall; But in one moment parted From her friends that she loved so well. One night as the moon shone brightly As bright as ever you knew; Up to her cottage lightly Her treacherous lover drew. Come, love, with me let's wander, Down by those banks so gay, That we may sit and ponder Upon our wedding day." The way was long and dreary And night was coming on, Says she, "I am weary and tired, I would that we would return." "Oh, no, my love, you never Down by these banks shall rove, So bid farewell forever To your parents and your home." Down upon her knees before him She begged him for her life; Deep, deep into her bosom, He plunged that deadly knife. "O Edwin, I'll forgive you. If these are my last dying breaths; I never have deceived you-" And she closed her eyes in death. A banner waved around her- I heard the bugle sound; A passing stranger found her, Cold and lifeless on the ground. From The New Green Mountain Songster, Flanders et al Collected from Mrs. Orlon Merrill, NH RG oct96
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