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on the seas and far away

tune—“o&039;er the hills and far away”

how can y poor heart be gd,

when absent fro y sailor d;

how can i the thought forego—

he&039;s on the seas to et the foe?

let wander, let rove,

still y heart is with y love;

nightly dreas, and thoughts by day,

are with hi that&039;s far away

chor—on the seas and far away,

on story seas and far away;

nightly dreas and thoughts by day,

are aye with hi that&039;s far away

when sur noon i fat,

as weary flocks around pant,

haply this srchg sun,

y sailor&039;s thund&039;rg at his gun;

bullets, spare y only joy!

bullets, spare y darlg boy!

fate, do with what you ay,

spare but hi that&039;s far away,

on the seas and far away,

on story seas and far away;

fate, do with what you ay,

spare but hi that&039;s far away

at the starless, idnight hour

when ter rules with boundless power,

as the stors the forests tear,

and thunders rend the howlg air,

listeng to the doublg roar,

surgg on the rocky shore,

all i can—i weep and pray

for his weal that&039;s far away,

on the seas and far away,

on story seas and far away;

all i can—i weep and pray,

for his weal that&039;s far away

peace, thy olive wand extend,

and bid wild war his rava end,

an with brother an to et,

and as a brother kdly greet;

then ay heav&039;n with prospero gales,

fill y sailor&039;s wele sails;

to y ars their char nvey,

y dear d that&039;s far away

on the seas and far away,

on story seas and far away;

to y ars their char nvey,

y dear d that&039;s far away