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'As the white-foaming billows arise,
I reflect on the days that are past,
When the pride of my strength could despise
The Keen-driving force of the blast.
I reflect on the days that are past,
When the pride of my strength could despise
The Keen-driving force of the blast.
'Though the heavens might menace on high,
I would still push my vessel from shore;
At my calling undauntedly ply,
And sing as I handled the oar.
I would still push my vessel from shore;
At my calling undauntedly ply,
And sing as I handled the oar.
'When fortune rewarded my toil,
And my nets, deeply-laden, I drew,
I hurried me home with the spoil,
And its inmates rejoic'd at the view.
And my nets, deeply-laden, I drew,
I hurried me home with the spoil,
And its inmates rejoic'd at the view.
'Though the winds and the waves were perverse,
I was sure to be welcom'd with glee;
My presence the cares would disperse,
That were only awaken'd for me.
I was sure to be welcom'd with glee;
My presence the cares would disperse,
That were only awaken'd for me.
