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“ ails you that you look so pale, O fisher of the sea?” “'Tis for a mournful tale I own, Fair maiden Marjorie.”

“What is the dreary tale to tell, toiler of the sea?” “I cast my net into the waves, Sweet maiden Marjorie.

“I cast my net into the tide. Before I made for home; Too heavy for my hands to raise, I drew it through the foam.”

“What saw you that you look so pale, Sad searcher of the sea?” “A dead man's body from the deep My haul had brought to me!”

“And was he young, and was he fair?” “Oh, cruel to behold! In his white face the joy of life Not yet was grown a-cold.”

“Oh, pale you are, and full of prayer For one who sails the sea.” “Because the dead looked up and spoke. Poor maiden Marjorie.”