Ah, Are You Digging on My Grave

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David Moore - Pop

Ah, Are You Digging on My Grave

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Ah, are you digging on my grave My loved one?--planting rue?" --"No; yesterday he went to wed One of the brightest wealth has bred 'It cannot hurt her now,' he said That I 'should not be true.'" Then who is digging on my grave? My nearest dearest kin?" --"Ah, no; they sit and think, 'What use! What good will planting flowers produce? No tendance of her mound can loose Her spirit from Death's gin.'" But someone digs upon my grave? My enemy?--prodding sly?" --"Nay; when she hеard you had passed the Gate That shuts on all flеsh soon or late She thought you no more worth her hate And cares not where you lie." Then, who is digging on my grave? Say--since I have not guessed!" --"0 it is I, my mistress dear Your little dog, who still lives near And much I hope my movements here Have not disturbed your rest?" Ah, yes! You dig upon my grave . . Why flashed it not on me That one true heart was left behind! What feeling do we ever find To equal among humankind A dog's fidelity!" Mistress, I dug upon your grave To bury a bone, in case I should be hungry near this spot When passing on my daily trot I am sorry, but I quite forgot It was your resting-place."

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  • Thomas Hardy