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26 Music of the Waters. |
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Chorus.—And it's home, dearie, home ! oh, it's home I want to be.
My topsails are hoisted, and I must out to sea,
For the oak, and the ash, and the bonny birchen tree,
They're all a-growin' green in the North-countree;
Oh, it's home, dearie, home! oh, it's home I want to be. Solo.—Oh, there's a wind that blows, and it's blowing from the West,
And of all the winds that blow 'tis the one I like the best; ' For it blows at our backs, and it shakes the pennon free,
And it soon will blow us home to the North-countree. Chorus.—And it's home, dearie, home! oh, it's home I want to be.
My topsails are hoisted, and I must out to sea,
For the oak, and the ash, and the bonny birchen tree,
They're all a-growin' green in the North-countree;
Oh, it's home, dearie, home ! oh, it's home I want to be. |
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