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 And I'll promise whenever yon greet me

That I'll never be lonely again. (Repeat Chorus.)

DUBLIN BAY.

BY MRS. CRAWFORD.

He sail'd away in a gallant bark, &emsp;Roy Neill and his fair young bride; He had ventur'd all in that bounding ark. &emsp;That danced o'er the silver tide. But his heart was young and his spirit light. &emsp;And he dashed the tear away, As he watched the shore recede from sight, &emsp;Of his own sweet Dublin Bay.

Three days they sail'd, and a storm arose, &emsp;And the lightning swept the deep, And the thunder-crash broke the short repose. &emsp;Of the weary sea-boy's sleep. Roy Neill, he clasped his weeping bride, &emsp;And he kiss'd her tears away, "Oh, love 't was a fatal hour," she cried, &emsp;"When we left sweet Dublin Bay."

On the crowded deck of the doomed ship, &emsp;Some stood in their mute despair; And some more calm, with a holy lip, &emsp;Sought the God of the storm in prayer. "She has struck on the rock!" the seamen cried, &emsp;In the breath of their wild dismay, 