shall dead rid wrong father did? long, long ’till spade hearse Put sle — T.H. White, Future King

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When shall I be dead and rid Of all the wrong my father did? How long, how long 'till spade and hearse Put to sleep my mother's curse?

T.H. White, The Once and Future King

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