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, weep no more, sweet mother, Oh, weep no more to-night;— And only watch the sea, mother, Beneath the morning light.

Then the bright blue sky is joyful, And the bright blue sky is clear, And I can see, sweet mother, To kiss away your tear.

But now the wind goes wailing O'er the dark and trackless deep, And I know your grief, sweet mother, Tho' I only hear you weep.

My father's ship will come, mother. In safety o'er the main; When the grapes are dyed with purple, He will be back again.