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The Fierce Dashing Sea
Here is where you find me
As the coastal gales blow;
Gazing o'er the fierce sea.
And where I long to be,
This salted fuming show,
Here is where you find me.
Upon a cliff top free,
Above the ebbing flow,
Gazing o'er the fierce sea.
Or on the seaway quay
Where age-old sailors go;
Here is where you find me.
Breathless in a wild spree,
My senses all aglow,
Gazing o'er the fierce sea.
A roaring gift is she
I'll spend my life, I know;
Here is where you find me
Gazing o'er the fierce sea.
As the coastal gales blow;
Gazing o'er the fierce sea.
And where I long to be,
This salted fuming show,
Here is where you find me.
Upon a cliff top free,
Above the ebbing flow,
Gazing o'er the fierce sea.
Or on the seaway quay
Where age-old sailors go;
Here is where you find me.
Breathless in a wild spree,
My senses all aglow,
Gazing o'er the fierce sea.
A roaring gift is she
I'll spend my life, I know;
Here is where you find me
Gazing o'er the fierce sea.
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