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Full five hundred years I’ve hung,In my old grey turret high,And many a different theme I’ve sung,As the hours went winging by.I’ve pealed the chimes of a wedding morn;Ere night I’ve sadly tolled to sayThat the maid was coming love lorn,And here I end my lay.
Full five hundred years I’ve hung,In my old grey turret high,And many a different theme I’ve sung,As the hours went winging by.I’ve pealed the chimes of a wedding morn;Ere night I’ve sadly tolled to sayThat the maid was coming love lorn,And here I end my lay.
Full five hundred years I’ve hung,
In my old grey turret high,
And many a different theme I’ve sung,
As the hours went winging by.
I’ve pealed the chimes of a wedding morn;
Ere night I’ve sadly tolled to say
That the maid was coming love lorn,
And here I end my lay.