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How can my poor heart be glad, When absent from my sailor lad? How can I the thought forego, He's on the seas to meet the foe? Let me wander, let me rove, Still my heart is with my love: Nightly dreams, and thoughts by day, Are with him that's far away. On the seas and far away, On stormy seas and far away; Nightly dreams, and thoughts by day, Are ay with him that's far away.