Sl'ORT?' SO?OS. ! 17 At eve when gloomy shades obscure The tranquil shepherd's cot, When tinkling bells are heard no more _And daily toil'forgot; ,. 'Tis then the sweet enc!?anting note, On zephyrs gently borne, With witohing cadence seems to float Around the mellow horn. THE FISIU.?,'S SONG. WHEW moming's light is gently breaking Along the ocean's placid t/de, And when the breeze is first awaking, O'er the wave we gaily ride. Unfurl the sail, with caution steer, The wily nets preparz, To yonder crag, our bark we'll bring, our hark we'll bring, And seize, a?d seize with joy the ocean's King, And seize, and seize with joy the ocean's King, The wily nets prepare, - The wily nets prepare, To yonder crag our bark we'll bring, our bark to anchor bring, And seize with joy, &c. We leave our huts when day is dawning: .And mark the bright sun's early ray, And then all toil and danger scorning, O'er waves of blue we speed away. . Our bark rides gaily on again, * In ailence o'er the main, . And when the western breezes spring, the breezes sprin?, We seize, we seize with joy the ocean's KinE, We seize, we se/ze w?h joy the ocean's King,
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