The Sea
The sea a brilliant green as green as can be
And look upon it can’t you see
A love of sailing do I have for far from my land came I
And came I too this new land just to die
Sailing as a Geat or a Gothic tribe
And listen to the oars sing their sailing vibe
To land come I but lost my love have I
For come the morrow do I die
And lose my sea I do
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