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THE SEA ! The sea ! the sea ! the open sea ! The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions round. It plays with the clouds, it mocks the sky, Or like a cradled creature lies. I'm on the sea ! I'm on the sea'. I am where I would ever be ; With the blue above, and the sea below, And silence prevails whereso'er I go. If a storm should come & awake the deep, What matter, I shall ride and sleep. What matter, &c. I love?oh, how I love to ride, On the fierce, foaming, bunsting tide ! When every mad wave drowns the moon, Or whistles aloft the tempest tune ! And tells how goeth the world below, And why the south-west blast doth blow. I never was on the dull tame shore, But I lov'd the great sea more and more ; And backward flew to her billowy breast, Like a bird that seeke h its mother's nest; And a mother she was, and is to me, For I was born on the open sea. For I was born, &c. The waves were white, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born; And the whale it whistled, the porpoise roll'd, The Dolphins bared their backs of gold; And never was heard such an outcry wild, As welcom'd to life the ocean child. I have liv'd since then in calm and strife, Full fifty summers a rover's life, With wealth to spend, & a power to lend, But never sought or sigh'd for change ; And death, whenever be comes to me, Shall come on the wild unbounded sea. And death, &c. Printed and Sold by JAMES LINDSAY, Stationer, &c., 9 King Street, Glasgow. Upwards of 5,000 different sorts always on hand; also, a great variety of Song-books, &c. Shops & Travel- es supplied on the most moderate Terms 159
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1891-1894 shelfmark: RB.m.169(139)
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