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I am no maiden, highly strung, / To faint, when bloody death is nigh. / I have not lived, by might of tongue / Nor by vain boastings, wind-wide flung! / But on fame's endless ladder, I / Have fought my way, from rung to rung!
I am no fretful, whimp'ring miss; / I am a woman, learned of years. / And once I felt your baby kiss: / Your bliss for me had greater bliss! / Your youthful sorrows had my tears. / O son o' mine, remember this!