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The Departure
Adieu, adieu, the Ocean Bird
Has took her flight to yonder bay,
And ploughing through the foaming surge
She bears from us our friends away.
Has took her flight to yonder bay,
And ploughing through the foaming surge
She bears from us our friends away.
That glittering gold is dearly won,
That disunites congenial minds,
Our fathers, husbands, friends and sons,
Have fled to California's mines.
That disunites congenial minds,
Our fathers, husbands, friends and sons,
Have fled to California's mines.
A weeping mother bathed in tears,
In black despair her bosom swells,
And wrapped in dark foreboding fears,
A mother's love, what tongue can tell.
In black despair her bosom swells,
And wrapped in dark foreboding fears,
A mother's love, what tongue can tell.
It's like the thornless, budding rose,
Its treasures are as yet untold;
It's lasting as Mount Helen's snows,
And purer than the virgin gold.
Its treasures are as yet untold;
It's lasting as Mount Helen's snows,
And purer than the virgin gold.
