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• Ichabod - Mark Erelli
• Ichabod - Legendary Shack Shakers

(John Greenleaf Whittier & Lorne Entress)
So fallen, so lost, the light withdrawn
Which once he wore
The glory from his gray hair gone
Forevermore
Revile him not, the Tempter hath
A snare for all
And pitying tears, not scorn and wrath
Befit his fall
Oh dumb be passion's stormy rage
When he who might
Have lighted up and led his age
Falls back in night
Scorn, would the angels laugh to mark
A bright soul driven
Fiend-goaded down the endless dark
From hope and heaven
Let not the land once proud of him
Insult him now
Nor brand with deeper shame his dim
Dishonored brow
But let its humbled sons instead
From sea to lake
A long lament, as for the dead
In sadness make
Of all we loved and honored
Naught save power remains
A fallen angel's pride of thought
Still strong in chains
All else is gone from those great eyes
The soul has fled
When faith is lost when honor dies
The man is dead
Then pay the reverence of old days
To his dead fame

Ripped from my outstretched arms,
O her weakness for worldly charms!
Serpentina Root and ribs entwine
As I dream of her moonlit eyes.
So don't cremate me when I'm gone,
I won't be gone for long.
I'm a sinner in the hands of an angry God
Stick me in the ground and let me rot.
Where the grass don't grow
And the leaves don't lie
And their worm dyeth not.
Just call me "Ichabod."
O hearken the boneyard bells!
The tintinnabulation of Hell.
I'll come creepin' out of a dead chimney
With the turn of a skeleton key.
Take the long way around Mt. Zion,
Opt out of the Ramsom'd Choir.
No Glory, divine amazing grace
Just to waft through her window lace.
Where the grass don't grow
And the leaves don't lie A
nd their worm dyeth not.