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DISCONTENT
The landsman through a stormy street
And shades of night was going;
The ground was paved with shifting sleet,
The wintry wind was blowing.
“Heaven pity grant, and help,” said he,
“To those who live upon the sea!”
And shades of night was going;
The ground was paved with shifting sleet,
The wintry wind was blowing.
“Heaven pity grant, and help,” said he,
“To those who live upon the sea!”
The sailor clenched a trembling mast
'Mid mountains round him flowing,
While through the darkness, thick and fast,
The wintry winds were blowing.
“Heaven save the landsman now,” he said,
“With chimneys toppling round his head!”
'Mid mountains round him flowing,
While through the darkness, thick and fast,
The wintry winds were blowing.
“Heaven save the landsman now,” he said,
“With chimneys toppling round his head!”
But when the world grew mild once more,
This tar, despondent growing,
Said, “If I could but walk the shore,
Though all the winds were blowing!”
The landsman thought, “Though storms there be,
I would that I could sail the sea!”
This tar, despondent growing,
Said, “If I could but walk the shore,
Though all the winds were blowing!”
The landsman thought, “Though storms there be,
I would that I could sail the sea!”
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