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She from her pillow gently rais’d
her head to ask who there might be,
She saw young Sandy shivering stand,
with visage pale and hollow eye.
O Mary dear, cold is my clay,
it lies beneath a stormy sea;
Far, far from thee I sleep in death:
So, Mary, weep no more for me.

Three stormy nights and stormy days
we toss’d upon the raging main;
And long we strove our bark to save,
but all our striving was in vain.
Ev’n then, when horror chill'd my blood,
my heart was fill’d with love for thee:
The storm is past, and I’m at rest,
so, Mary, weep no more for me.

O maiden dear, thyself prepare,
we soon shall meet upon that shore,
Where love is free from doubts and care,
and thow and I shall part no more.
Loud crow’d the cock, the shadow fled,
no more of Sandy could she see;
But soft the passing spirit said,
Sweet Mary, weep no more for me.

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