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146697 : Linley : Saw ye pass by
A piece written for the members of the Concentores (glee club).
Lyrics: William Lisle Bowles
Saw ye pass by the weird sisters pale?
Mark'd ye the lowering castle on the heath?
Hark! Is the deed done? The deed of death!
Hail King of Scotland!
I see no more, to many a fearful sound
The bloody cauldron sinks, and all is dark around.
Pity, touch the trembling strings
A maid a beauteous maniac wildly sings:
"They laid him in the ground so cold,
Upon his breast the earth was thrown;
High is heaped the grassy mould,
Oh he is dead and gone.
The winds of winter blow o'er his cold breast,
But pleasant shall be his rest".
Saw ye pass by the weird sisters pale?
Mark'd ye the lowering castle on the heath?
Hark! Is the deed done? The deed of death!
Hail King of Scotland!
I see no more, to many a fearful sound
The bloody cauldron sinks, and all is dark around.
Pity, touch the trembling strings
A maid a beauteous maniac wildly sings:
"They laid him in the ground so cold,
Upon his breast the earth was thrown;
High is heaped the grassy mould,
Oh he is dead and gone.
The winds of winter blow o'er his cold breast,
But pleasant shall be his rest".


