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"What will you do, love, when I am going With white sail flowing, The seas beyond-- What will you do, love, when waves divide us, And friends may chide us For being fond?" "Tho' waves divide us--and friends be chiding, In faith abiding, I 'll still be true! And I 'll pray for thee on the stormy ocean, In deep devotion-- That 's what I 'll do!"