Sailor's Polka

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SAILOR'S POLKA

Down in the dusk by the cliffs of Bude

A bark at anchor lies;

From her shadowy deck the shuffle of feet

And words and a tune arise:

There's Spring without

And a song within,

For a ship is homeward bound O!

The happy shout

Of my sailor lad

From the shining deck will sound O!

Let the gay waves roll

And the church bells ring,

And the town with joy go mad O!

Away T'I dance

To meet the Spring,

And greet my sailor lad O!