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THE STORM SONG.


wind in the shrouds has a win - try tune, And the

Gold, He has giv'n us broad sea-room, A

watch, my brothers, to - night we'll keep, While the

to the helm, we'll drive our ship In the

whether to har - bor or o - cean-grave, Be it

foam is fly - ing free, . . . . . . And the

thou - sand miles from shore, . . . . . . A

tem - pest is on the sea, . . . . . . While the

teeth of the whelm - ing spray, . . . . . . In the

still with a cheer - y heart, . . . . . . Be it


foam . . is fly - ing free.

thou - sand miles from shore.

tem - pest is on the sea!

teeth of the whelm - ing spray!

still with a cheer - y heart!