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64 For I have friends who dwell by the coast— Pleasant friends they are to me! It is when I am with them I wonder most That any one likes the Sea.

They take me a walk: though tired and stiff, To climb the heights I madly agree; And, after a tumble or so from the cliff, They kindly suggest the Sea.

I try the rocks, and I think it cool That they laugh with such an excess of glee, As I heavily slip into every pool That skirts the cold cold Sea.

Once I met a friend in the street, With wife, and nurse, and children three— Never again such a sight may I meet As that party from the Sea!