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1828–1899

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Margaret Moran Dixon McDougall

Mournfully, mournfully All around me are crying, For my dark-eyed baby boy Is dying, dying

Tenderly, tenderly To him I am clinging, But he slips from my fond arms, Death bells are ringing

Joyfully, joyfully Angels are receiving My babe — by the empty cot I must sit grieving.

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