  O waves of the ocean since the world was created, You have been beating against the land; You come and go, to and fro, And cleanse the grains of sand. O ocean blue, your waves roll high, What a wonderful sight to behold; The billows foam o’er the depths unknown, And the lives lost on you are untold. The joy of the sailor thou art, O waves, Your roaring is heard far away; You dash so high you seem to touch the sky, Resting not night or day. Sailing, sailing, away goes the ship, Plunging thru the waves she goes; Trying her best to stand the test, Whether she’ll reach the harbor, who knows. |
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