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 When men the worst woes mention, Be sure they mention mine.

lovely fisher-maiden, Bring now the boat to land: Come here and sit beside me, We'll prattle hand in hand.

Your head lay on my bosom, Nor be afraid of me: Do you not trust all fearless Daily the great wild sea?

My heart is like the sea, dear, Has storm, and ebb, and flow, And many purest pearl-gems Within its dim depth glow.

The moon is fully risen, And shineth over the sea; And I embrace my darling, Our hearts swell free.