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THE SKY-LARK.
And bearing up to gain the port,
Some well-known object kept in view,
An abbey tower, an harbour fort,
Or beacon, to the vessel true ;
While oft the lead the seaman flung,
And to the pilot cheerly sung,
By the mark Seven!
And as the much-lov'd shore we near,
With transport we beheld the roof
Where dwelt a friend or partner dear,
Of faith and love a matchless proof;
The lead once more the seaman flung,
And to the watchful pilot sung,
Quarter less — Five !
CHORUS.
O what a dainty pleasure is this,
To sail in the air,
When the moon shines fair,
To sing, to dance, to toy and kiss.
Over woods, high rocks, and mountains,
Over hills and misty fountains,
Over steeples, towns, and turrets,
We fly by night 'mongst troops of spirits.