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Years, years have flown by, since her spirit departed,
 * To realms where such spirits are destined to go,

For the good and the faithful, the kind and true hearted,
 * Can ne'er be intended for torment and woe.

How often through life, when dark clouds have hung o'er me
 * Those words have brought comfort, and banish'd all pain,

And hope, blessed hope held this promise before me—
 * 'Tis there, dearest Edith, I'll meet thee again.
 * 'Tis there, dearest Edith, I'll meet thee again.

more, once more we're away from the shore,
 * On the ocean's wild waters to roam,

And gay as a bride doth the Scorpion ride,
 * As she scuds through the dancing foam.

With a captain and crew, as daring and true
 * As e'er were afloat on the sea,

The saucy old jade is pursuing a trade
 * Only fit for the dauntless and free.

And now on the chase we are gaining apace,
 * Quick! on toward our victim we go;

Down, down from its height comes the streamer white,
 * And the blood-red flag we show!