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THE HOSTESS'S LITTLE DAUGHTER.

It chanced that three Burschen went over the Rhine,
And talked with a hostess—“The Chequers” her sign.

“Frau hostess, hast thou good ale and good wine?
And where is that sweet little daughter of thine?”




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“My ale and wine are fresh and clear—
My daughter—lies upon her bier.”

And when they entered the inner room,
There lay she—shrouded for the tomb.

The first drew back the veil with a sigh,
And viewed her with a mournful eye:

“Ah, wert thou living, my pretty dove,
Thee henceforth would I only love.”

The second covered up her face,
And turned aside and wept apace:

“Ah, me! that thou art on thy bier—
I've loved thee so for many a year!”

The third once more drew back the veil,
And kissed her on her mouth so pale:

“I loved thee ever, I love thee still
My love eternity shall fill.

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