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WILLIE MY BRAVE |
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2 He said his bark would soon return,
And with a kiss they parted;
But when a year had passed away,
She then grew weary-hearted; Oh, 'twas sad, from day to day, To hear the maiden's plaintive lay: Come o'er the billow, Ride on the wave, Come while the wind bloweth, Willie my brave! |
3. None who knew the maiden's grief,
And saw her heart's devotion,
Would tell her of the fragile bark
That sank beneath the ocean; But when all hope had passed away, Her life breathed forth its parting lay: Come over the billow,
Ride on the wave, Come while the wind bloweth, Willie my brave! |
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