Tom: G# minor
Verse 1
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I've been among those mighty Alps.
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I've wandered through their vales.
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I've heard the oldest mountaineers
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relate their dismal tales.
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whispering around the fire
in their cottage homes
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when their daily work was o 'er.
They would talk of those
who had disappeared
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and their return no more.
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It's there I, a shepherd,
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learned a narrative of fear.
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He told a mortal story there
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that mothers might not hear.
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Oh, the tears were standing in his eyes,
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his voice so low and hushed.
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Oh, wiping all those tears away,
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he told his story thus.
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Among those mighty
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the raven ous vulture dwells.
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He never fattens from a prey
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till which afar he smells.
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Oh, it's patient wait ing,
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on some lonely rock.
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Oh, then choosing out a tru ant lamb,
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his vic tim from some flock.
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It was on one clear
September morning,
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the sun was rolling high,
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And on the green, I heard a dismal cry,
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oh, as if some awful deed were done,
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oh, a cry of grief and pain,
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oh, a cry I humbly pray to God.
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I ne 'er may hear again.
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I hurried out to learn the cause,
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Though overcome with fright.
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My infant shrieked in wild dis may
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went from my fren zied sight.
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Oh, I miss the youngest of my babes,
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the darling of my care.
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Oh, when something caught
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slow sailing through the air.
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Now what a hard spectacle,
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oh, to meet a mother
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My infant made of vultures' prey,
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just tasting or to die.
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To no less with bursting heart
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and with a manic grave.
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this infant child to save.
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My in fant reached
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im ploring unto me, me.
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While struggling in those raptor clothes,
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so vainly to get free,
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I heard his ag onizing and cries as
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loud he shrieked and screamed
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oh until upon that azure sky
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a lasting spot he seen
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The vulture flopped his sail
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like wings as heavenly he flew,
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until upon that sun's broad face,
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he came into my view.
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Oh, it's once I thought I
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oh, as if for to light.
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It was all but a deluded thought,
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for all had vanished quite.
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Long years went by
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with the rolling times
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this child was ne 'er forgot
until a daring hunter
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climbed up to a lofty spot
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Oh, and there upon that craggy old rock
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where the sun most ne 'er had reached,
there lay the bones of an infant
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one the elements had bleached.
I hurried up those craggy rocks.
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I could not stay awake.
I knew that was my infant's bones
just hasting to decay.
But the tattered garment,
it still remained,
Though tore to many a shred.
Oh, the crimsy cap that he wore that morn
Was still upon his head.
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