.As a rot to rape the spring sown seed
A plague sprang forth of his tracks
Churns ran red when cows milked blood
And famine cracked poor backs
Who would hear a lament sad
Under the bright blue sky
That's sung in hovels dark and low
With eyes too weak to cry
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