Along crags and sunless cracks I go Up rib of rock, donw spine of stone I dare not slumber where the right winds whistle Lest her creeping-soul clutch this heart of thistle O the same God that abandon'd her Has in turn abandon'd me And softenin' the turf with with my tears I dug a Well of Misery And, in that Well of Misery Hangs a bucket fulla Sorrow Which swings slow an' achin' like a bell Its toll is dead and hollow Down that well lies the long-lost dress Of my lil floatin girl That muffles a tear that you let fall All down that Well of Misery Put ya shoulder to the handle, if ya dare And hoist that bucket, hither Crank'n'hoist'n'hoist'n'crank Till ya muscles waste'n'wither O the same God that abandon'd her Has in turn abandon'd me Deep in the Desert of Despair I wait at the Well of Misery
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