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Pity me on my pilgrimage to Loch Derg!
O King of the churches and the bells
Bewailing your sores and your wounds
But not a tear can I squeeze from my eyes!
Not moisten an eyeafter so much sin!
Pity me, O King! What shall I do
With a heart that seeks only its own ease?
O only begotten Son by whom all men were made
Who shunned not the death by three wounds
Pity me on my pilgrimage to Loch Derg
And I with a heart not softer than a stone!
WRITERS
Samuel Barber
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