Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
the musgrave ritual
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These are the 2 first verses:
I that am lost, oh who will find me?
Deep down below the old beech tree.
Help soccour me now the east winds blow, sixteen by six, brother and under we go!
Without your love, he'll be gone before.
Save pity for strangers, how love the door.
My soul seek the shade of my willow's bloom inside.
Brother mine - Let Death make a room.