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NOW when the number of my years / Is all fulfilled, and I / From sedentary life / Shall rouse me up to die, / Bury me low and let me lie / Under the wide and starry sky.
Joying to live, I joyed to die, / Bury me low and let me lie.
Clear was my soul, my deeds were free, / Honour was called my name, / I fell not back from fear / Nor followed after fame.
Bury me low and let me lie / Under the wide and starry sky.
Joying to live, I joyed to die, / Bury me low and let me lie.
Bury me low in valleys green / And where the milder breeze / Blows fresh along the stream, / Sings roundly in the trees- / Bury me low and let me lie / Under the wide and starry sky.
Joying to live, I joyed to die, / Bury me low and let me lie.