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THE COAST-GUARD'S STORY.
OUT on the isle of Mona,
Mona with rocks so red,
For the sins of the wreckers who preyed there once,
So the tradition said,
There lived a sturdy coast-guard,
Watching the whole night long ;
And he sang to the sea, to the sea sang he,
This was his simple song : —
"Only over the sea,
Only over the sea !
There my love doth dwell, she that loves me well,
Waiting and looking for me."
