CHORUS.

_Eleu loro_, &c. There shall he be lying.

Her wing shall the eagle flap

O’er the false-hearted;

His warm blood the wolf shall lap,

Ere life be parted.

Shame and dishonour sit

By his grave ever:

Blessing shall hallow it,

Never, oh, never!

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