Song
O no, O no, it can not be that I
So long condemned to die,
Should fool myself with hopes of a reprieve
From her that read my Destiny.
She with her Basilisk eyes denounc't my doom
Why then should I in vain presume,
In vain fond man to live
My disappointments poorly to survive?
O no, O no, I know the worst o'it now
My sentence past I know
And I no further expectations have
My withered hopes again should grow
Yet 'tis a satisfaction to be sure
I feel the worst I can endure
O that she yet would save
By her miraculous kindness from the grave.
So long condemned to die,
Should fool myself with hopes of a reprieve
From her that read my Destiny.
She with her Basilisk eyes denounc't my doom
Why then should I in vain presume,
In vain fond man to live
My disappointments poorly to survive?
O no, O no, I know the worst o'it now
My sentence past I know
And I no further expectations have
My withered hopes again should grow
Yet 'tis a satisfaction to be sure
I feel the worst I can endure
O that she yet would save
By her miraculous kindness from the grave.
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