The gentle hand of women folks
Keeps this old world in line,
It smooths away our bits of care
And makes the struggle fine.
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The women of the sailors, unto them, O God, be kind!
They never hear the breaking waves, they never hear the wind
But that their hearts are anguish-tossed-, and every thought's a fear,
For the women of the sailors it's a bitter time of year.
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