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| SWEET Emma Moreland of yonder town | |
| Met me walking on yonder way, | |
| ‘And have you lost your heart?’ she said; | |
| ‘And are you married yet, Edward Gray?’ | |
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| Sweet Emma Moreland spoke to me: | 5 |
| Bitterly weeping I turn’d away: | |
| ‘Sweet Emma Moreland, love no more | |
| Can touch the heart of Edward Gray. | |
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| ‘Ellen Adair she loved me well, | |
| Against her father’s and mother’s will: | 10 |
| To-day I sat for an hour and wept, | |
| By Ellen’s grave, on the windy hill. | |
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| ‘Shy she was, and I thought her cold; | |
| Thought her proud, and fled over the sea; | |
| Fill’d I was with folly and spite, | 15 |
| When Ellen Adair was dying for me. | |
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| ‘Cruel, cruel the words I said! | |
| Cruelly came they back to-day: | |
| “You’re too slight and fickle,” I said, | |
| “To trouble the heart of Edward Gray.” | 20 |
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| ‘There I put my face in the grass— | |
| Whisper’d, “Listen to my despair: | |
| I repent me of all I did: | |
| Speak a little, Ellen Adair!” | |
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| ‘Then I took a pencil, and wrote | 25 |
| On the mossy stone, as I lay, | |
| “Here lies the body of Ellen Adair; | |
| And here the heart of Edward Gray!” | |
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| ‘Love may come, and love may go, | |
| And fly, like a bird, from tree to tree: | 30 |
| But I will love no more, no more, | |
| Till Ellen Adair come back to me. | |
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| ‘Bitterly wept I over the stone: | |
| Bitterly weeping I turn’d away: | |
| There lies the body of Ellen Adair! | 35 |
| And there the heart of Edward Gray!’ | |
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