The sea! the sea! I hate the sea,
It roared and rose, ranted and raved,
Swept to its depths my family
Leaving only me to be saved.
Oh! sea, I hate your cruel grasp,
Your greedy hand upon the shore,
Did I once love your friendly clasp?
Did you once whisper sweet sea-lore?
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