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Shipwreck of the Abeona.
The good ship Abeona Unreefs her flapping sail;And many a heart is aching, And many a cheek is pale.
And now she weighs her anchor, And now she cuts the wave;O dismal was the parting, And faint the shout they gave.
"Art thou, too, sad and weeping, But yesterday a bride?Cheer up, my bonny Mary, 'Tis William by thy side!
"Fear not yon foreign country, He'll shield thee from alarms;Fear not the tossing billows, Thou'rt safe within his arms!
"I know thou'st left a mother, But she has bairns beside,Who'll cheer her, while thy William Shall cheer his bonny bride."
Now swift across the ocean, The good ship heaves her way,Divides the dashing billows, And tosses high the spray.
Long since to merry Scotland They've sighed their last adieu;Even Europe's shores receding Have faded from their view.
Beneath—around—above them, Are the ocean and the sky;God shield the lonely vessel From any danger nigh!
"How swift we sail, my William! How cool's this evening breeze;How could I fear with thee, love, To brave the roaring seas!"
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