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THE SONG. 



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It is thy autumn comrade 

 AVho makes appeal to thee ; 

 By heaven, hy all forsaken, 

 Woodman, oh, pity me ! 



Yes, in these days of famine 

 The little pilgrim keep; 

 On dainty crumbs regale him, 

 By the fireside let him sleep ! 



For I am the companion 

 Of the poor woodcutter ! 



