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It was going to a falls by a
narrow
That I heard a cry I ever shall remember.
The fire sent and cast its burning embers
On another fated city of our land.
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"Fire, fire," I heard the cry,
from every breeze that passes by;
All the world was one sad cry of pity.
Strong men in anguish prayed, and calling loud to heaven for
aid,
While the fire in ruin was layin' fair Baltimore, the beautiful
city.
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Amid an awful struggle of
commotion,
The wind blew a gale from the ocean.
Brave firemen struggled with devotion,
But their efforts all proved in vain.
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"Fire, fire," I heard the cry,
from every breeze that passes by;
All the world was one sad cry of pity.
Strong men in anguish prayed, and calling loud to heaven for
aid,
While the fire in ruin was layin' fair Baltimore, the beautiful
city.
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