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THE BRIDGE OF DEATH.
'THE dance is on the Bridge of Death And who will dance with me?' 'There's never a man of living men Will dare to dance with thee.' Now Margaret's gone within her bower1 Put ashes in her hair, And sackcloth on her bonny breast, And on her shoulders bare. There came a knock to her bower door, And blithe2 she let him in; It was her brother from the wars, The dearest of her kin3. 'Set gold within your hair, Margaret, Set gold within your hair, And gold upon your girdle band, And on your breast so fair. 'For we are bidden to dance to-night, We may not bide4 away; This one good night, this one fair night, Before the red new day.' 'Nay5, no gold for my head brother, Nay, no gold for my hair; It is the ashes and dust of earth That you and I must wear. 'No gold work for my girdle band, No gold work on my feet; But ashes of the fire, my love, But dust that the serpents eat.' 点击收听单词发音
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