Is it not sweet
To hear the breeze singing,
As lightly it comes
O'er the deep rolling sea?
But sweet and endearing
By far 'tis when steering
The bark of my true love
Back safely to me.
Blow the Wind Southerly.
Drawing
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(Midi sequence by Barry Taylor - www.contemplator.com)
Blow the wind southerly
Southerly, southerly,
Blow the wind south o'er
The bonnie blue sea.
Blow the wind southerly
Southerly, southerly,
Blow bonnie breeze
My true love to me.
They told me last night
There were ships in the offing
And I hurried down
To the deep rolling sea.
But my eye could not see it,
Wherever might be it
The bark that is bearing
My lover to me.
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