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We set no right above hers, / No earthly light nor star, / She hath had many lovers, / But not as lovers are: / They all were gallant fellows / And died all deaths for her, / And never one was jealous / But comrades true they were.
Oh! each one is a brother, / Though all the lands they claim - / For her or for each other / They've died all deaths the same / Young, handsome, old and ugly, / Free, married or divorced, / Where springtime bard or Thug lie / Her lover's feet have crossed.