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JUST AS THE TIDE WAS A-FLOWING.
1 One morning in the month of May, When all the birds were singing, And every bush and every tree
With merry notes were ringing, I saw a lovely lady stray Across the mead with daisies gay, And softly sang a roundelay,
Just as the tide was a-flowing.
2 And this the burden of her song
As through the wet grass straying: ''Alack, a sailor travels long
From home, his king obeying; A sailor's wife at home must bide " — She halted, heavily she sighed, " He parted from me—me a bride,
Just as the tide was a-flowing.
3 " The tide comes in, the tide goes out,
Twice every day returning, And hope and sorrow, turn about,
Oppress my spirit yearning; A hope deferred makes sick the heart, My bosom ever feels a smart, O when shall we two never part ? '
Just as the tide was a-flowing.
4 Then lo ! a boat towards her came.
A sailor hard was rowing; The sun arose in sheets of flame,
And all the east was glowing. "My husband! husband! back from sea!' She cried, "he comes, he comes to me,'' And tears and pain together flee
Just as the tide was a-flowing. |
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