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She will be his bride (Text: “Sea Wrack” von Moira O`Neill 1864-1955, M. Simone Papke & Thomas Lui Scholz )
1.
The wrack was dark and shiny, where it floated in the sea
There was no one in the brown boat but only him and me
Him to cut the sea wrack and me to mind the boat
And not a word between us, the hours we were afloat
And one fine day, I will be his bride //:
2.
We laid it on the grey rocks to wither in the sun
And what should call my lad then, to sail from Cushendun
With a low moon and a full tide, a swell upon the deep
Him to sail the old boat and me to fall asleep.
But one fine day I will be his bride //:
Refrain:
Ohoh, the sea was rough, cloudy winds and stormy sky
Ohoh, the sea was rough, the ship was sinking my love, he dies
3.
There`s a fire low upon the rocks to burn the wrack to kelp
There`s a boat gone down upon the Moyle and sorra one to help!
Him beneath the salt sea and me upon the shore
By sunlight or moonlight we`ll lift the wrack no more
But one fine day, I will be his bride //:
Refrain:
Ohoh, the sea was rough, cloudy winds and stormy sky.
Ohoh, the sea was rough, the boat was sinking my love, he dies.
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