Oh, soon she’ll bite the swell, the breeze is singing,
Sandy Hook is dropping fast astern!
Come, walk her up, my boys, the pawls are ringing,
And the long low coast goes down.
Then it’s good-bye, and a year we’ll be a-sailing,
Sandy Hook is dropping fast astern!
So, sheet your topsails home, the dawn is paling,
And the long low coast goes down.
(Lincoln Colcord)
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