Shels v Sligo [Part One]
¶ 1
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Woe, oh woe, oh woe, oh woe,
My poison’d cup doth overflow,
It’s spilling on my socks and shoes,
Lord, how could Thou make us lose?
As he reapeth, so he soweth,
My cup of mis’ry overfloweth.
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