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THE SAILOR'S ORPHAN CHILD.
How happy seems the Sailor's lot,
On Summer seas to roam,
With pleasant dreams of that wee Cot
Where wife and weans make “home.”
But he must also face the war
Of winds and waters wild,
To fall, perchance, from home afar,
And leave an orphan child.
On Summer seas to roam,
With pleasant dreams of that wee Cot
Where wife and weans make “home.”
But he must also face the war
Of winds and waters wild,
To fall, perchance, from home afar,
And leave an orphan child.
The Sailor in the tempest strives
With might and main for you;
When raging billows race for lives,
The Sailor brings us through.
Then succour those he leaves behind,
As sea-drift safely Isled;
The Sailor's orphan is a kind
Of every parent's child.
With might and main for you;
When raging billows race for lives,
The Sailor brings us through.
Then succour those he leaves behind,
As sea-drift safely Isled;
The Sailor's orphan is a kind
Of every parent's child.
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