All come from the mine,
Give up, ye Mines, so dark and deep,
Give up the treasure that close ye keep!
O Sea, with billows so bright, so blue!
Full many a gift we ask of you:
Corals, yes, and sponges,
Clams and oysters, too,
And the radiant pearl-drop
The oyster hides from view.
The fish we eat for dinner,