. By woodland and sea. HE has more than a foot of freeboard, Her Unes are well rounded and clear,With a slight forward rise from the a beautiful easy sheer. She is thoroughly staunch and trusty,As far as the eye can discern. And the name of Mollie, my sweet-heart,Is written in gold on the stern. And through many long days of the Summer, I sit like a prince of the realm,As we dance oer the bright sparkling water. With my Mollies hand at the helm. 15 With our hooks set for drailing the follow the shores far around, Past the lone Succonnessett Light-ship,And way out into Vi
. By woodland and sea. HE has more than a foot of freeboard, Her Unes are well rounded and clear,With a slight forward rise from the a beautiful easy sheer. She is thoroughly staunch and trusty,As far as the eye can discern. And the name of Mollie, my sweet-heart,Is written in gold on the stern. And through many long days of the Summer, I sit like a prince of the realm,As we dance oer the bright sparkling water. With my Mollies hand at the helm. 15 With our hooks set for drailing the follow the shores far around, Past the lone Succonnessett Light-ship,And way out into Vineyard Mollie, how plainly 1 see you,As you stand with your hand on your hip,And wave to the gay little Island Home,On her daily Nantucket trip. The shades of the night are fast color fades out of the sky. As past the bell buoy and past the spindle,On the wings of the wind we fly. Past the sandy shores of Great Island, With its light-house, sombre and gray;Past the railways and through the narrows, To our place again, in the bay. Oh ! years of our youth, short and fleeting. How soon you are lost to our gaze,But your memorys a bright golden halo,17 Which encircles the rest of our days.
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