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18 All day long I walk the shore
 * Gazing out across the sea

Where the merry white-capped waves
 * Chase each other in their glee.

And I watch with eager eyes,
 * Pacing slowly to and fro,

For the ships I sent to sea
 * Many weary years ago.

Other ships come sailing in
 * From countries strange far away

And with canvas closely furled
 * Lie at anchor in the bay.

And the sailors as they pass
 * Answer me right cheerily

When I ask them of my ships
 * That are still far out at sea.

Oh! I know they pity me,
 * Keeping vigil on the strand,

And with words of kindly cheer
 * Come and take me by the hand.

And they bid me cease to weep,
 * “Weep no more, dear heart,” they say,

“Soon you’ll see your bonnie ships
 * Anchored safely in the bay.”