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WAITING.
WAITING.
'M waiting for my darling,
Here, sitting by the sea,
Whom never any ship that sails
Brings home again to me.
Here, sitting by the sea,
Whom never any ship that sails
Brings home again to me.
"Oh, sailor! have you seen her?
You'd know her by her eyes,—
No other are so tender,
So full of glad surprise."
You'd know her by her eyes,—
No other are so tender,
So full of glad surprise."
"Yes, I have seen your darling:
A fair wind never fails
To waft the good ship unto
The shore for which she sails.
A fair wind never fails
To waft the good ship unto
The shore for which she sails.