THH SHA-GULL, 
In the arms of a sunny sea! 
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| The little waves rock too and fro, 
And the white gull lies asleep, 
As the fisher’s bark, with breeze and tide, 
Goes merrily over the deep. 
The ship, with her fair sails set, goes by, 
And her people stand to note, 
How the sea-gull sits on the rocking waves 
As still as an anchored boat. 
The sea is fresh, the sea is fair, 
And the sky calm overhead, 
And the sea-gull lies on the deep, deep sca, 
Like a king in his royal bed! 
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