"The Storm" [Version A]

 The storm
See the collecting clouds upon the hill
See the collecting roughness of the rill
Hark to the wind it howls among the

And the high rising wind the pigs
do see

See from the skies the shower of
 pelting snow
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And hear how much the sheep and cattle

From the dark cloud a flash of lightning

And down upon the ground a woman

Struck by the lightnings flash the
 thunder follows fast

With fury from the skies the light
 bad nings cast a
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