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'O Mary, go and call the cattle home, / And call the cattle home, / And call the cattle home / Across the sands of Dee; ' / The western wind was wild and dank with foam, / And all alone went she.
The western tide crept up along the sand, / And o'er and o'er the sand, / And round and round the sand, / As far as eye could see.
The rolling mist came down and hid the land: / And never home came she.
'Oh! is it weed, or fish, or floating hair -- / A tress of golden hair, / A drowned maiden's hair / Above the nets at sea? / Was never salmon yet that shone so fair / Among the stakes on Dee.'
They rowed her in across the rolling foam, / The cruel crawling foam, / The cruel hungry foam, / To her grave beside the sea: / But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home / Across the sands of Dee.
Eversley, 1849.