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May guardian angels still conduct her, And of my charmer take some care. And if she returns I'll cease to mourn, And drown all sorrow in a glass, With cheerful voice I will rejoice, And welcome home my Tin Ware Lass.

T H E S E A!  T H E  O P E N  S E A!

The Sea! the Sea! the open Sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions round; It plays with the clouds, it mocks the skies, Or like a cradled creature lies, I'm on the sea! I'm on the sea! I am where I would ever be; With the blue above, and the blue below, And silence wheresoe'er I go. If a storm should come and awake the deep, What matter, I shall ride and sleep. What matter, &c.

I love--Oh, how I love to ride, On the fierce, foaming, bursting tide! When every mad wave drowns the moon, Or whistles aloft the tempest tune! And tells how goeth the world below, And why the south-west blast doth blow. I never was on the dull tame shore, But I lov'd the great sea more and more; And backwards flew to her billowy breast, Like a bird that seeketh its mother's nest; And a mother she was, and is to me, For I was born on the open sea, For I was born, &c.