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on one morning in the month of May when all the birds were singing I saw a lovely maiden stray across the fields at break of day she softly sung her roundelay the tide flows in the tide flows out twice every day returning her cheeks were red her eyes were brown her hair in ringlets hanging down upon her face to hide the frown just as the tide was a flowing the tide flows in the tide flows out twice everyday returning a sailor's wife at home must bide she halted heavily she sighed "he parted from poor me , a bride I'm widowed by the sea" she cried just as the tide was a flowing the tide flows in the tide flows out twice every day returning 14 have viewed this page!
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