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Right off the sandy Cape of May
The breeze blows, soft and free;
Or ripple on the sea,
That glows athwart the sea.
They tramp, and will not stay;
For the sea to wash away ;-
For the sea to wash away.
One carries in his hand a scarf,
Another a belt of gold,
They are three mariners bold;
And their hearts grow faint and cold.
Gay was the day when the gallant ship
The Narrows neared so fast;
They deemed their danger past ;-
They thought 'twas surely pas!.
From England, swift, they came,
Who bore a princely name :
grace that princely name.
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They looked on her alone : The land it was a blessed sight,
But they looked on her alone.
Set was the sun, and night begun,
When music on the sea,
Made mirth and jollity :
Then slept, while slept the sea.
At midnight stroke the sea awoke,
For the storm had waked before And with a sudden rage came forth,
Which the deep sea uptore : The gallant ship went all awreck
That dreadful blast before.
Upsprang the captain and the crew,
“We sink! we sink !" they cried, They nothing heard, they nothing knew
While from the vessel's side
And they took one beside.
Of tempest and of sea,
The boat and its oarsmen three,
Out over the raging sea.
Swift to the vessel's side,
And wicked threats beside:
She swept the foaming tide.
The life-boat pulled away;
Sink down amid the spray ;-
All in a shroud of spray.
The prize lay bound and still :
An hour it had its will;
Then fled, and all was still :
All save the moaning of the deep,
And a murmur far away, Where heaves the brine its
The sandy cape of May.
Pulled toward the land amain :
Athwart the briny plane;
Shone out, along the main.
The moon shone on the sea, And showed the land, and showed the boat,
And showed the oarsmen three ;---
The lusty oarsmen three.
To fiends of hell are sold,
For lust of ruddy gold;
Be for a warning told !
They saw the land, which lay at hand,
They saw the white surf line, A cottage on the leafy shore,
A window's cheerful shine ;--For now the purple sheen of morn
Came gleaming o'er the brine.
Bound in the bottom of the boat,
The lovely prize lay still;
(The devil would have his will); Each claimed her with a dreadful oath,
And swore to have his will.
The mariners looked, the mariners longed,
But the land it was too near;
And felt a deadly fear;
The prize they held so dear.
And the sea rolled up the prize; And they thought the dead raised up its head,
With drowned and glassy eyes. The fiend stepped after as they went And cursed them with those
eyes. Swiftly they tramped along the beach,
They tramped and would not stay, They cursed themselves, they cursed their deed,
They cursed the body that lay, All weltering left, amid the surf,
For the sea to wash away.
Slow by my cottage door he went,
His beard was long and hite,
With a strange and dreadful light,
And shunned it with my sight.
It was a hoary mariner;
I bid him welcome in :
Thought I, “is sure a sin.
I'll bid him welcome in."
Still by my cottage door he stood,
And shivered with the cold,
He said, “though I be old;
May keep me from the cold.”
From tempest and from scath."
Against his day of wrath;
The fiend no mercy hath.”
“With hunger and with cold.” "Ah! ha!" cried he. "A jovial three !
We were three mariners bold; But when we saw it under the surf,
Our hearts grew faint and cold."
“What saw ye in the surf, old man ?!!
“The body! the body!” he cried, And fixed his glassy eyes on mine,
Like one whose soul has died, And in its stead a frightful fiend
Doth for a soul abide.
“ Hal and Jack, they went before;
By their own hands they died : I follow fast, I follow sore,
The fiend goes at my side, He follows for the evil deed,
The deed of wicked pride.
“Black was the night, and shrill the gale,
No man could hear or see,-
We drowned her in the sea.
All weltering lies she.
Her smile was like the day.
When she by them would stay.
So many leagues the day.
"The Narrows neared, the land we cheered;
The day was still and bright;
We lay becalmed till night;
• There'll be a storm to-night.'
A storm! cried Hal, then let it blow.
By Jove, though hell go loose,
Let fools go dance and bouse;
Go you, now, and carouse!"
" Stung by the jeer, we bent our ear.
"When comes the gale,' he said,
I snatch her from her bed.
And a belt of gold so red.
6. Take you the silver and pearl casket,
Take you the belt of gold,
For I to the devil am sold,
Through many a deed as bold.