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 The night wind speedeth from the sea, Murmuring: "Heigho, my dearie; I bring a mariner's prayer for thee; So let the moonbeam veil thine eyes, And the brownie sing thee lullabies— But I shall rock thee to and fro, Kissing the brow he loveth so. And the prayer shall guard thy bed, I trow— Heigho, my dearie!"