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'Tis sunrise over Watson, / Where I sailed out to sea, / On that wild run to London / That wrecked and ruined me. / The beauty of the morning / On bluff and point and bay, / But the Lily of St Leonards / Was fairer than the day.
O Lily of St Leonards! / And I was mad to roam -- / She died with loving words for me / Three days ere I came home.