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But oh what rapture fills each breast

Of the hapless crew of the ship distress'd,

Then landed safe what joy to tell

Of all the dangers that befel,

Then heard is no more,

By the watch on the shore,

The minute gun at sea.

A RED RED ROSE.

O my love's like a red rose

That's newly sprung in June,

O my love's like the melodie,

That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou my bonny lass,

As deep in love am I;

And I will love thee still my dear,

Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,

And the rocks melt wi' the sun,

I will love thee still my dear,

While the sands o' life shall run.

O SWIFTLY GLIDES.

O swiftly glides the bonny boat,

Just started from the shore,