"Twelve steps or more from my mothers door,

"My brother John was forced to go,

"Till God released her of her pain,

"And in the church-yard cottage, I

"And all the summer dry,

That clusterd round her head.

"Together round her grave we played,

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"And he lies by her side."

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"You run about, my little maid,

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"My sister and my brother,

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"How many? seven in all," she said,

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The little Maiden did reply,

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"My kerchief there I hem;

"How many may you be?"

"Sweet Maid, how this may be?"

And wondering looked at me.

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Her eyes were fair, and very fair,

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"And two are gone to sea.

"O Master! we are seven."

"And when the ground was white with snow,

"And they are side by side.

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The little Maid would have her will,

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"And then she went away.

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"My brother John and I.

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"Their spirits are in heaven!"

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She answered, "Seven are we,

"Beneath the church-yard tree."

I met a little cottage girl,

"But they are dead; those two are dead!