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A favorite ballad --
Andante
Weeping, Widow'd, Polly
Composed by Arnold

What boots
it where thy soldier lies fond regret is folly O'er the files why
stray thine eyes Weeping Widow'd Polly

Twas on the bridge thy Henry fell
I may fall tomorrow
His death became a soldier well
Mourner check thy sorrow

'Ere night her sorrows sunk to rest
Pale grew the rose of beauty
And cold the hand the soldier prest
When called at dawn on duty