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I saw our forces to their trenches
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driven, and then I came away.
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I pray you, daughter, sing,
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or express yourself in a more comfortable sort.
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If my son were my husband,
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I would more freely rejoice in that absence
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where in he won honor than in the embracements of his bed
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where he would show most love.
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When yet he was but tender-bodied and the only son of my womb,
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I, considering how honor would become such a person,
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was pleased to let him seek danger,
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where he was like to find fame.