Listen to me while I lay a curse upon you and yours she cries, as she raised her shriveled arms and blighted him with her flashing eyes As you have done to the house of Loring, so may God do to you, until your power is swept from the land of England, and of your great Abbey of Waverley there is nothing left but a pile of grey stones in a green meadow I see it With my old eyes I see it From scullion to abbot and from cellar to tower, may Waverley and all within it droop and wither from this night on
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