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...Our Lord Jesus Christ's sake.
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One morning in the month of May
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From my cot I stray
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Just at the dawning of the day
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I met with a charming mai--
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You look sad, my lady.
Let me take you riding.
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- It's not my riding day, my lord.
- Bless me, I thought it was a horse.
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I'm going to church.
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Of course. I understand.
It is to be expected.
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Yes, it is to be expected...
on Sunday.
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And on a day of mourning.
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I never met the fellow
but once at your house.
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Mourning?
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Who is dead, my lord?
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Oh! Dear God, I did not think
it would be me to tell you.
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Great loss to playwriting
and to dancing.
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My lady.
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- He is dead?
- Killed last night in a tavern.
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Come then. We'll say
a prayer for his soul.
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[ Boys Choir Singing ]
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Who can remember sorrow
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[ Singing Continues ]
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Spare me, dear ghost.
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- [ Whispers ] Spare me, dear ghost.
- [ Continues ]
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Spare me, for the love of Christ.
Spare me!