Eclipse of the Moon by Mary Susanah Robbins - HTML preview

Mourning

(to be sung to the tune of “What Shall We Do With the Drunken Sailor?”)

Things I loved, I hate now: why?

I see my life with a parted eye.

Now I would sell all, and now buy,

Early in the morning.

Hooray, and up she rises,

Hooray, and up she rises,

Hooray, and up she rises,

Early in the morning.

Up she rises, washes, dresses,

Cooks and vacuums, scours, presses,

What if some small doubt obsesses

Early in the morning?

Hooray, and up she rises,

Hooray, and up she rises,

Hooray, and up she rises,

Early in the morning.

Love has fled, I know not whither,

Though I seek it hither, thither,

Death has got me in a dither

Early in the morning.

Hooray, and up she rises,

Hooray, and up she rises,

Hooray, and up she rises,

Early in the morning.

Put him in a place where he will not find me,

Put the rotten past behind me,

Put friends and family in a mood where they will not mind me

Hooray, and up she rises,

Hooray, and up she rises,

Hooray, and up she rises,

Early in the morning.

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