The Maid of Judah

Again shall the children of Judah sing, O where are the sons of thine ancient race,

The lay of a happier time, Who the bow and the javelin did bear;

And strike the harp with the golden string, Fallen is that city, whose wreck I now trace,

'Neath the sun of an eastern clime; Though it once was so lovely and fair.

This was the lady of a Jewish maid, The green grass grows o'er that fertile spot,

Though not in her own father's bower; Where once grew the loveliest of flowers;

So sweetly she sung, as in sadness she stray'd, Land of my kindred thou'lt ne'er forgot,

O'er the ruins of Babylons towers. Whilst the ruins remain of thy towers,

Again shall the children &c. Again shall the children &c.

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