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I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;

I hear a sudden cry of pain! There is a rabbit in a snare: Now I hear the cry again, But I cannot tell from where. But I cannot tell

OFT, in the stilly night,          Ere slumber’s chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light          Of other days around me:          The smiles, the tears          Of boyhood’s years,          The words of love then spoken;          The eyes that

Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind As man’s ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho!