Along crags and sunless cracks I go
I dare not slumber where the right winds whistle
Up rib of rock, donw spine of stone
Lest her creepingO the same God that abandon'd her Has in turn abandon'd me
And softenin' the turf with with my tears
I dug a Well of Misery Hangs a bucket fulla Sorrow
And, in that Well of Misery
Its toll is dead and hollow
Which swings slow an' achin' like a bell That muffles a tear that you let fall
Down that well lies the longof my lil floatin girl All down that Well of Misery
and hoist that bucket, hither
Crank'n'hoist'n'hoist'n'crank
Put ya shoulder to the handle, if ya dare
Till ya muscles waste'n'wither
Has in turn abandon'd me I wait at the Well of MiseryO the same God that abandon'd her
Deep in the Desert of Despair.
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