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SEXTON! Martha's dead and gone; Toll the bell! toll the bell! Her weary hands their labor cease; Good night, poor Martha,-- sleep in peace! Toll the bell! Sexton! Martha 's dead and gone; Toll the bell! toll the bell! For many a year has Martha said, "I'm old and poor,-- would I were dead!" Toll the bell! Sexton! Martha's dead and gone; Toll the bell! toll the bell! She'll bring no more, by day or night, Her basket full of linen white. Toll the bell! Sexton! Martha's dead and gone; Toll the bell! toll the bell! 'Tis fitting she should lie below A pure white sheet of drifted snow. Toll the bell! Sexton! Martha's dead and gone; Toll the bell! toll the bell! Sleep, Martha, sleep, to wake in light, Where all the robes are stainless white. Toll the bell!
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