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My friends, I am going
a long and tedious journey,
Never to return. Fare you well my friends,
And God grant we may meet
together in that world above,
Where trouble shall cease
and harmony shall abound.
Hark! Hark! my dear friends,
for death hath called me,
And I must go, and die down
in the cold and silent grave,
Where the mourners cease from
mourning and the pris’ner is set free:
Where the rich and poor are both alike.
Fare you well, my friends.
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