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THE SISTER'S FAREWELL
TO THE SAILOR-BOY.
Since where waves are gliding
And the tall ship riding
Thou dost choose to dwell,
Where the sea-bird screameth,
And the bright flag gleameth,
Brother, fare thee well.
And the tall ship riding
Thou dost choose to dwell,
Where the sea-bird screameth,
And the bright flag gleameth,
Brother, fare thee well.
Where the orchard shineth,
Where the grape-vine twineth,
Or the nut-tree laden,
Thou, while song-birds waken,
Hast with strong arm shaken
For some bright-eyed maiden,—
Where the grape-vine twineth,
Or the nut-tree laden,
Thou, while song-birds waken,
Hast with strong arm shaken
For some bright-eyed maiden,—
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Where in summer weather,
Oft we 've played together,
'Neath the old oak tree,
With our dog beside us,
While no sorrow tried us,
I'll remember thee.
Oft we 've played together,
'Neath the old oak tree,
With our dog beside us,
While no sorrow tried us,
I'll remember thee.
Where the brook is sheenest,
And the leaves are greenest,
In the forest fair,
With a sad emotion,
Rover of the ocean,
I shall miss thee there.
And the leaves are greenest,
In the forest fair,
With a sad emotion,
Rover of the ocean,
I shall miss thee there.
When dark skies are pouring,
And loud tempests roaring,
Sea-boy, wilt thou be
High among the shrouds,
Wet by dripping clouds,
Thinking then of me?
And loud tempests roaring,
Sea-boy, wilt thou be
High among the shrouds,
Wet by dripping clouds,
Thinking then of me?
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Should temptations try thee,
Bid the evil fly thee,
Making God thy guide:
Dearest sailor brother,
Let us love each other,
Whatsoe'er betide.
Bid the evil fly thee,
Making God thy guide:
Dearest sailor brother,
Let us love each other,
Whatsoe'er betide.
Heavy night-winds swelling
Round our quiet dwelling,
Shall thy form restore:
Thinking of the billow,
On my restless pillow,
I'll for thee implore.
Round our quiet dwelling,
Shall thy form restore:
Thinking of the billow,
On my restless pillow,
I'll for thee implore.
Oh God! to whom we cried
Our cradle beds beside,
When life was free from pain;
From the storms above him,
To the hearts that love him,
Bring him safe again.
Our cradle beds beside,
When life was free from pain;
From the storms above him,
To the hearts that love him,
Bring him safe again.
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