Children
You are childless, childless! And I, bereft of my hapless father, a wretched orphan shall inherit a desolate house, torn from my father's arms.
Chorus
Oh! Oh!
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Where is now the toil I spent upon my sons? what thanks for giving birth? Where the mother's nursing care? the sleepless vigils my eyes have kept? the loving kiss upon my children's brow?