By the storm-torn shoreline a woman is standing
     the spray strung like jewels in her hair
     and the sea tore the rocks near that desolate landing
     as though it had known she stood there

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     For she had come down to curse that wild ocean
     for the murderous loss of her man
     his boat sailed out on Wednesday morning
     and it's feared she's gone down with all hands

     white was the wavecaps and wild was their parting
     so fierce is the warring of love
     for she prayed to the gods, both of men and of sailors
     not to cast their cruel nets o'er her love

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     theres a school on the hill where the sons of dead fathers
     are led towards tempests and gales
     where their god-given wings are clipped close to their bodies
     and their eyes are bound round with ships' sails

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     what force leads a man to a life filled with danger
     high on seas or mile under ground
     it's when need is his master, and poverty's no stranger
     and theres no other work to be found

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