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There is that little oriole, |
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Resting on a bend of the mound. |
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The way is distant, |
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And I am very much wearied. |
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Give me drink, give me food; |
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Inform me, teach me; |
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Order one of the attending carriages, |
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And tell them to carry me. |
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There is that little oriole, |
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Resting on a corner of the mound. |
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It is not that I dare to shrink from the journey, |
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But I am afraid of not being able to go on. |
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Give me drink, give me food; |
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Inform me, teach me; |
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Order one of the attending carriages, |
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And tell them to carry me. |
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There is that little oriole, |
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Resting on the side of the mound. |
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It is not that I dare to shrink from the journey, |
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But I am afraid of not getting to the end of it. |
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Give me drink, give me food; |
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Inform me, teach me; |
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Order one of the attending carriages, |
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And tell them to carry me. |