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The Fisherman's Bride.
The storm has increased, hope sustains her no longer,
Despairing she sinks, overwhelm'd with her fears;
She hears the rude tempest howl wilder and stronger,
Her heart throbs with anguish, her eyes flow with tears.
Despairing she sinks, overwhelm'd with her fears;
She hears the rude tempest howl wilder and stronger,
Her heart throbs with anguish, her eyes flow with tears.
She had left her own dwelling, that stands in the greenwood,
As Donald the fisherman's beautiful bride;
She had bidden adieu to the home of her childhood,
For the fisherman's cot, by the dark water side.
As Donald the fisherman's beautiful bride;
She had bidden adieu to the home of her childhood,
For the fisherman's cot, by the dark water side.
Young Donald was brave, loved his Ellen most dearly—
Long, long had she been the fond theme of each thought;
Fair Ellen returned his affections sincerely,
And love and true happiness hallow'd their cot.
Long, long had she been the fond theme of each thought;
Fair Ellen returned his affections sincerely,
And love and true happiness hallow'd their cot.
But that morn she beheld her lov'd Donald departing,
And mournfully fell the last plash of his oar:
She sigh'd an adieu, while a tear-drop was starting,
As he and his comrades pull'd off from the shore.
And mournfully fell the last plash of his oar:
She sigh'd an adieu, while a tear-drop was starting,
As he and his comrades pull'd off from the shore.
