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THERE'S MUSIC AND MIRTH ON THE OCEAN.

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(Spanish Air.)

I

There's music and mirth on the ocean;
Each gaily trimm'd bark is in motion;
But mine in the race shall be fleetest,
The burthen it bears is the sweetest;
Then fear not, for every billow
Is safe as an infant's soft pillow:
Come! come! the Regatta is gay, Love,
The Rosa shall triumph to-day, Love.

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II

No cloud on the sky shall alarm thee,
No wave on the water shall harm thee;
The course of my bark shall be ever
As smooth as the flow of a river;
The soft air of summer shall move us,
And fan the gay banner above us!
Come! come! the Regatta is gay, Love
The Rosa shall triumph to-day, Love.

III

If other proud vessels should chace us,
They'd find it not easy to pass us;
The helmsman forgetting his duty,
Will pause, when he looks on thy beauty;
The charm of thy voice shall mislead him,
The spell of thy smile shall impede him;
Come! come! the Regatta is gay, Love,
The Rosa shall triumph to-day, Love.