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Music of the Waters. 57 |
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Solo.—2. She sails to the westward, where stormy winds blow, Bound away in the Dreadnought, to the westward we'll go.
3. It's now we are hauling right out of the dock, Where the boys and the girls on the pier-head
do flock.
4. They give three loud cheers, while the tears
downward flow, Bound away in the Dreadnought, to the westward we'll go.
5. Oh, now we are lying in the River Mersey, Waiting for the tug-boat to take us to sea.
6. She tows us round the black rocks where
Mersey does flow, Bound away in the Dreadnought, to the westward we'll go.
7. It's now we are sailing on the wild Irish shore, Our passengers all sick—and our new mates all
sore.
8. The crew fore and aft—all round to and fro, Bound away in the Dreadnought, to the westward we'll go.
9.. Oh, it's now we've arrived on the banks of Newfoundland, Where the water is green and the bottom is sand.
10. Where the fish of the ocean swim round to and
fro, Bound away in the Dreadnought, to the westward we'll go.
11. Now we are running down Long Island shore, Where the pilot does " board" us, as he's oft
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