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, an easy rambler, Along the surf-washed shore— And watched the noble freightage The swelling ocean bore. I met a moody fellow Who thus discoursed his wo— 'Across the inconstant waters, Deceitful woman, go!

'I loved that beauteous lady— More truly wight ne'er loved— I loved that high-born lady, My faith she long had proved': Her troth to me she plighted With passion's amorous show— Go o'er the inconstant waters, Ungrateful worldling, go!

'Be mine yon cliff-perched chapel Which beetles o'er the deep;