Our Enemies
Pardon our enemies , we pray
Devoutly every sabbath-day;
Ere the next morn we change our notes,
And blow them up or cut their throats.
Above us and below meanwhile
The Angels weep, the Devils smile.
Devoutly every sabbath-day;
Ere the next morn we change our notes,
And blow them up or cut their throats.
Above us and below meanwhile
The Angels weep, the Devils smile.
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