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The High Tide.
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And didst thou visit him no more?Thou didst, thou didst, my daughter deare;The waters laid thee at his doore,Ere yet the early dawn was clear.And didst thou visit him no more?Thou didst, thou didst, my daughter deare;The waters laid thee at his doore,Ere yet the early dawn was clear.