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[ti:] |
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[ar:] |
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[al:] |
| [00:50.00] |
Oh! Hush thee, my baby, |
| [00:55.20] |
the night is behind us, |
| [01:00.50] |
And black are the waters that sparkled so green. |
| [01:11.30] |
The moon, o’er the combers, |
| [01:16.80] |
looks downward to find us, |
| [01:22.00] |
At rest in the hollows that rustle between. |
| [01:33.10] |
Where billow meets billow, |
| [01:39.70] |
then soft be thy pillow, |
| [01:45.40] |
Oh weary wee flipperling, |
| [01:51.10] |
curl at thy ease! |
| [01:56.90] |
The storm shall not wake thee, |
| [02:01.80] |
nor shark overtake thee, |
| [02:07.10] |
Asleep in the arms of the slow swinging seas |
| [02:18.30] |
Asleep in the arms of the slow swinging seas |
