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1779–1852

SET OF GLEES,

Thomas Moore

When o'er the silent seas alone, For days and nights we've cheerless gone, Oh they who've felt it know how sweet, Some sunny morn a sail to meet.

Sparkling at once is every eye, “Ship ahoy!” our joyful cry; While answering back the sounds we hear, “Ship ahoy!” what cheer? what... cheer?

Then sails are backed, we nearer come, Kind words are said of friends and home; And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o'er silent seas again.

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