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6 “Tis not the cup of wine that you drank, 
But ’tis the song you sang,” she said. 
“My husband sang it, who now is dead. 
7 “My husband went to fight in the war. 
He has been absent this many a year, 
To him a likeness you do bear. 
8 “0 keep your peace, you wicked woman! 
When 1 went away, my children were two, 
But now I see four here with you. 
9 “There came to me many false reports, 
And told me that you had been slain. 
I wept and wedded once again. 
10 “They wage a war down there in Paris, 
A war that naught but blood can quell: 
My wife and children, fare you well!” 
