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The Song Book |
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XLVII |
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NED THAT DIED AT SEA |
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His father was a commodore ;
His king and country servM had he; But now his tears in torrents pour
For comely Ned that died at sea.
His sister Peg her brother lov'd, For a right tender heart had she ;
And often to strong grief was mov'd, For comely Ned that died at sea.
His sweetheart Grace, once blythe and gay, That led the dance upon the lea,
Now wastes in tears the ling'ring day For comely Ned that died at sea.
His friends who lov'd his manly worth,— For none more friends could boast than he,-
To mourn now lay aside their mirth, For comely Ned that died at sea. |
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