Gone, Joy, Gone!
One gave me a ring.
One planted an ivy bower.
One gave me a bird to sing,
—And one a flower.
The golden ring is golden still,
The ivy leaves are overhead.
A boy came by, my bird to kill,
—And my flower's dead.
One planted an ivy bower.
One gave me a bird to sing,
—And one a flower.
The golden ring is golden still,
The ivy leaves are overhead.
A boy came by, my bird to kill,
—And my flower's dead.
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