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LOVE WILL FIND OUT THE WAY.
Whether in sultry climes ye rove,
A solitary stranger,
Or seek the foreign fair one's love,
Where lurk deceit and danger:
Where will ye find domestic bliss,
With social sweets before ye;
A land so great, so good as this—
Like England, Europe's glory?
A solitary stranger,
Or seek the foreign fair one's love,
Where lurk deceit and danger:
Where will ye find domestic bliss,
With social sweets before ye;
A land so great, so good as this—
Like England, Europe's glory?
We Be Three Poor Fishermen.
A Glee.
We be three poor fishermen,
Who daily troll the seas;
We spend our lives in jeopardy,
While others live at ease.
The sky looks black around, around,
The sky looks black around,
And he that would be merry, boys,
Come haul his boat aground.
Who daily troll the seas;
We spend our lives in jeopardy,
While others live at ease.
The sky looks black around, around,
The sky looks black around,
And he that would be merry, boys,
Come haul his boat aground.
We cast our lines along the shore
In stormy wind and rain;
And every night we land our nets,
Till daylight comes again.
The sky looks black, &c.
In stormy wind and rain;
And every night we land our nets,
Till daylight comes again.
The sky looks black, &c.
Love Will Find Out the Way.
Beneath the earth, in her lonely caves,
And across the unsheltered moor,
Above the rocks where the tempest raves,
And along the wide watered shore;
And across the unsheltered moor,
Above the rocks where the tempest raves,
And along the wide watered shore;
And by tangled forest, and craggy hill,
The haunts where the tigers prey,
Through pain and peril, undaunted still,
Love will find out the way!
The haunts where the tigers prey,
Through pain and peril, undaunted still,
Love will find out the way!