By the storm-torn shoreline a woman is standing
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The spray strung like jewels in her hair
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And the sea tore the rocks near the desolate landing
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as though it had known she stood there.
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Chorus:
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For she had come down to condemn that wild ocean
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for the murderous loss of her man,
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His boat sailed out on Wednesday morning
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And it's feared it's gone down with all hands.
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Oh and white were the wave-caps
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And wild was their parting
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So fierce is the warring of love,
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But she prayed to the gods
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Both of men and of sailors
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Not to cast their cruel nets o'er her love.
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There's a school on the hill
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Where the songs of dead fathers
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Are led toward tempests and gales,
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Where their God-given wings
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Are clipped close to their bodies,
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And their eyes are bound-'round with ships' sails.
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What force leads a man
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To a life filled with danger
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High on seas or a mile underground?
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It's when need is his master
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And poverty's no stranger,
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And there's no other work to be found.
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The Fisherman's Song
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| Silly Wizard |
