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O! WHERE ART THOU, MY DEARIE?
Chorus. — Oh, where art thou, my love to-night1
Where sleepest thou, my dearie Ì
Where'er thou art, my lady bright,
O, would that I were near thee !
My ship is floating on the tide,
And prosperous winds are blowing,
If thou wert only by my side
My tears would not be flowing.
I long have braved the stormy sea
To distant lands oft sailing, —
No maiden have I seen like thee ;
Thine absence I'm bewailing.
How fair thy locks are to behold,
When in the sunbeams shining;
In colour they will vie with gold,
That oft has stood refining.
In song or dance I take no part.
And music cannot cheer me ;
No maiden's smile can raise my heart,
Since absent from my dearie.
If, like the swan, I now could sail
Across the trackless ocean ;
Ere bi-eak of day my love I'd hail.
And prove my heart's devotion.
My sails are set, blow breezes blow !
All thoughts of danger scorning, —
Where dwells my love I'll quickly go.
And wed her in the morning.