O the raging seas they row, row, row,
The stormy winds do blow,
As sune as he had gane up to the tap,
As . . . . . low.
A.
62. Qy, that ever we did have?
73,4.
Qy, And in all, there was but poor ninety-five
That ever came alive on shore.?
O the raging seas they row, row, row,
The stormy winds do blow,
As sune as he had gane up to the tap,
As . . . . . low.
A.
62. Qy, that ever we did have?
73,4.
Qy, And in all, there was but poor ninety-five
That ever came alive on shore.?