  The tide is setting free, As one by one, past harbor mouth, Our ships stand out to sea. We watch them pass, my love and I; We shout Halloo! from shore. Good-bye! Good-bye! the sailors cry; Good-bye! the breakers roar. The wind has turned to icy north, Full bitterly it blows; The sea is wroth, and white with froth, And no ship comes or goes. We watch for them, my love and I; We linger on the shore. The breakers cry Ho! ho! Good-bye!— |
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