Her bosom’s only joy,
Invokes the Power that rules the storm,
For blessings on her boy.
When ruin lurketh in the cloud,
And death sweeps o’er the main,
O God! restore the mariner,
To home, dear home again.
A Merry Gipsy Girl again.
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