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Gone
by Nora Pembroke (Margaret Moran Dixon McDougall)Mournfully, mournfully
All around me are crying,
For my dark-eyed baby boy
Is dying, dying
Tenderly, tenderly
To him I am clinging,
But he slips from my fond arms,
Death bells are ringing
Joyfully, joyfully
Angels are receiving
My babe--by the empty cot
I must sit grieving.