And skim mid the grey o’ the blue,
Aye, the grey o’ the blue.
The young wave doth lap ’pon the sands,
Yea, lap soft and soft ’pon the sands.
The field’s maid doth seek, yea, doth seek,
And send out her song to the day,
Yea, send out her song to the day.
My heart it is full, yea, ’tis full,
For the love of Him batheth the day,
Yea, the love of Him batheth the day.