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109
OFF TO SEA.
From grief you cannot speak,
From sobs that make me weak,
With your tears upon my cheek,
Let me go;
Oh, never doubt my faith!
When shall I not feel that breath?
I should feel it, girl, in death,
That I know.
From sobs that make me weak,
With your tears upon my cheek,
Let me go;
Oh, never doubt my faith!
When shall I not feel that breath?
I should feel it, girl, in death,
That I know.
They are calling; I must start;
This moment we must part;
Lips from lips, not heart from heart
Now must go;
Yet now one last word say;
Your cheek to mine, Nan, lay;
Let me feel it, leagues away,
Press me so.
This moment we must part;
Lips from lips, not heart from heart
Now must go;
Yet now one last word say;
Your cheek to mine, Nan, lay;
Let me feel it, leagues away,
Press me so.
110
They are hailing from our boat;
Out, this tide, our ship must float;
On this moment, how I'll doat
When storms blow;
Good-bye—good-bye—good-bye;
While I live, and if I die,
Can I change? no, Nan, not I;
That you know.
Out, this tide, our ship must float;
On this moment, how I'll doat
When storms blow;
Good-bye—good-bye—good-bye;
While I live, and if I die,
Can I change? no, Nan, not I;
That you know.
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