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    Midnight shadow, midnight shadow
    I don't want to be mantled with you
    cold and unfriendly as you are
    chilled with the midnight dew
    I would rather have a sunbeam
    clothed upon my shoulder
    little sis will hide her face
    unless loving arms enfold her

    Sitting on a towel down on Netley shore
    eating bread and damson jam
    harking the old men snore
    sifting through the shingle
    in the afternoon sun
    "a stone that's got a hole in it"
    little sis says "is a lucky one"

    No-one says the sea is boring
    not the sailor, how would he?
    who has spent his whole life
    traversing old Briny
    Crashing waves with freshing spume
    gentle rolling curl
    waves, wave upon wave
    beneath sky azure or pearl.