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Dear Wind that shakes the barley free

Blow home my true love’s ship to me, fill the sail

I a-weary wait upon the shore.

Forsake her not in times of storm

Protect her oaken beams from harm, fill her sail

I a-weary wait upon the shore.

Whither he be in Africa

or deep asleep in India, fill his dreams

I a-weary wait upon the shore.

Dear snow white gulls upon the way

I, like you, am lamenting, for my love.

I a-weary cry upon the shore.

And in my chariot of sleep,

I ride the vast and dream of deep deep sea.

I awake a-weary on the shore.

Seven years and Seven days,

no man has seen my woman ways, dear God.

I a-weary cry upon the shore.

Along the shingled beach I go

The wind about me as I make my way

to my weary dream upon my bed.

Dear Wind that shakes the barley free

Blow home my true love’s ship to me, fill the sail.

I a-weary wait upon the shore.

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