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 See the ship in the bay is riding, dearest Helen, I go from thee; Boldly go, in thy love confiding, o’er the deep and the trackless sea, When thy dear form no longer is nigh me; when thy sweet smile no longer I see, The dear reflection, disarming danger, my love is breathing a prayer for me.

When the thunder of war is roaring, when the bullets around me fly. When the tempest’s deluge is pouring, binding the billowy sea and sky; Yet shall my heart, to fear a stranger, cherish the fondest hope for thee, The dear reflection, disarming danger, my love is breathing a prayer for me.