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Where, though I, by sour physician,
SHE IS GOING
She is going
Mary, youngest of the three,
But she's going
Vex not, maidens, nor regret
You'll be going THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school.
days, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom
cronies, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
I loved a love once, fairest among women; Closed are her doors on me, I must not see
herAll, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man,
Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my
childhood. Earth seem'd a desert I was bound to traverse, Seeking to find the old familiar faces.
Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert not thou born in my father's dwell
ing? So might we talk of the old familiar faces
How some they have died, and some they have
left me, I'! '11! And some are taken from me ; all are departed, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.