Dear Wind that shakes the barley free
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Blow home my true love's ship to me, fill the sail
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I a-weary wait upon the shore.
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Forsake her not in times of storm
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Protect her oaken beams from harm, fill her sail
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I a-weary wait upon the shore.
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Whither he be in Africa
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or deep asleep in India, fill his dreams
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I a-weary wait upon the shore.
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Dear snow white gulls upon the wave
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I, like you, am lamenting, for my love.
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I a-weary cry upon the shore.
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And in my chariot of sleep,
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I ride the vast and dreamy deep deep sea.
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I awake a-weary on the shore.
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Seven years and Seven days,
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no man has seen my woman ways, dear God.
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I a-weary cry upon the shore.
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Along the shingled beach I go
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The wind about me as I make my way
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to my weary dream upon my bed.
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Dear Wind that shakes the barley free
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Blow home my true love's ship to me, fill the sail.
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I a-weary wait upon the shore.
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Widow With Shawl (A Portrait)
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| Donovan Leitch |
