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 She looks to yon rock far at sea,
 * And thinks it her lover's white sail,

The warm tear of joy glads her wild glistning eye,
 * As she beckons his vessel to hail,

And aye she sings, "Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby!"
 * And frets at the boisterous gale.

Poor Susan was gentle and fair,
 * Till the seas robb'd her heart of its joy,

Then her reason was lost in the gloom of despair,
 * And her charms then did wither and die;

And now her sad "Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby!"
 * Oft wakes the lone passenger's sigh.

Kate, thy charms were like the rose,
 * Hid in a lonely dale,

Sweet as any flower that blows,
 * I found thee in the vale.
 * I found thee in the vale.

And tho' I had till that blest hour
 * Been like a roving bee,