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glisten and sunbeams quiver. The wind blows fresh and free. Take my boat to your breast, O River! Carry me out to Sea!

This land is laden with fruit and grain, With never a place left free for flowers, A fruitful mother; but I am fain For brides in their early bridal hours.

Take my boat to your breast, O River! Carry me out to Sea!

The Sea, beloved by a thousand ships, Is maiden ever, and fresh and free. Ah, for the touch of her cool green lips, Carry me out to Sea!

Take my boat to your breast, dear River, And carry it out to Sea!