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The girl around her father throws her arms to make him stay
“My daddy dear it hails, it blows. You cannot go today!”
The April mud was on his boots
A clinging through the fields
And desperate it send up its shoots
But at water's edge it yields
The waves were pounding the dock
The pillars creak and growl
The shoreman loading up the stock
The gulls were crying foul
The father called up to the ship
“You need an extra hand?”
“Ah yes, for just a little trip. One month be back at land.”
The rain had stirred the sea too well
The salt poured on the deck
At last the captain rang the bell
They ship was left to wreck
It calm but now the fog if thick
So which way should they head?
The rest knew not and they must be quick
So father softly said