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lone on the waters When Eve's mournful bell Sends forth to the sunset A note of farewell!

When borne with the shadows And winds as they sweep, There comes a fond memory Of Home o'er the deep!

When the wing of the sea-bird Is turn'd to her nest, And the heart of the sailor To all he loves best.

'Tis lone on the waters— That hour hath a spell To bring back sweet voices And words of farewell!