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 Now she mourns while she thinks

On the Isle St Helena.

The rude rushing waves

A' our shores round are washing,

And the great billows heaves

A' the wild rocks a-dashing.

He may look upon the moon,

And think on Lousiana,

With his heart full of woe,

On the Isle St. Helena.

Now you that have great wealth,

Be aware of ambition;

For some decree of fate

Soon may change your condition.

Be ye stedfast in time,

For what's to come, ye kenna;

May be, your race may end

At the Isle St. Helena.

 

COUP sent a letter frae Dunbar,

Charlie meet me an ye dare,