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My dear young maiden clingeth, unbending, fast, and firm
To all the long held teaching of a mother ever true:
As in vampires unmortral folk on the Theyse's portal, Heyduck-like do believe.
But my Christian thou dost dally, and wilt my loving parry,
Till I myself avenging, To a vampire's health a-drinking
Him toast in pale tockay.
And as softly as thou art sleeping, to thee I shall come creeping,
And thy life's blood drain away, And so shalt thou be trembling
For thus shall I be kissing,
And Death's threshold thou'lt be crossing with fear, in my cold arms.
And last shall I thee question, compared to such instruction
What are a mother's charms?
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