Minnehaha.

Minnehaha.
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Cease thy thy laughing, Minnehaha.
Cense thy laughing now for aye:
Bavage hands are red red ed with wit slaughter
Of the innocent today.
Cease thy gay noten, Minnehaha,
Lest some mournful strain prevalli L
isten while the mainiac wand’rer
Tells to you his mournful tale.

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But the laughing Minnehaha
Heeded not his mournful tale:
What cares Iaughing Minnehaha
For the corpses in the vale?

Did they kill my Hans and Otle?
Did they firal them in the corn?
Go and tell the savage monster
That he’s slain my youngest born.
Oh, my daughter. Jennie darling.
Worse than death shall be they fate:
Helson while the troops were marching
Turned and closed the garden gate.

Give me back my Lena’s tresses,
Let me kies them once again:
She who blessed me with caressen
Lies unburied on the plain.
Soldiers, bury here my Lena,
Pince me also ‘neath the sod:
Long we’ve lived and Hoved together,
Part us not, I pray, O God.

Faithful Fido, you they’ve left me,
Can, oh, can you tell me why
God at once has to bereft me?
All I ask is now to die.
Look, you smoke was once my dwelling.
All that now is left of home:
Hark! I hear the savage yelling.
As I childless, homeless roam.