Oh the weather outside is delightful
And the fire outside frightful
At the shore we standing
Watching and waiting
The season blows love
And a blissful smell of joy
The waves keep crashing against the black rocks
And all that was left was a few bucks
Our ships sailing here
And off goes all fear
All our hearts raise in gladness
Washing off besetting sadness
Three ships here
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