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I LAY me down by the sounding sea,
Whose billows tossed upon the shore,
And lapped the rounded pebbles o'er,
And ebbed and flowed continually.
A ship dashed through the waters blue, -
Its mast was bending with the gale,
Unfurled was every inch of sail,
And the skipper's course was straight and true.
As he steered away from reef and sand
The sailors sang a jolly song,
And the gallant vessel leapt along,
Bound for a far-off, foreign land.
The wind it howled; night came apace;
The waves they hissed and lashed the beach;
I heard the startled sea-mews screech,
And the chilly rain benumbed my face.
The lightning flashed upon the gloom,
And pallid grew each listener's cheek,
And never a voice that dared to speak,
As we heard a cannon's signal boom!
When morning broke with clouds of lead,
A wreck lay on the dismal shore,
And the billows tumbled o'er and o'er -
Amid the spars - the skipper dead!
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