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"Back, back, all hands! Get what you can—
Or pick, or oar, or stave."
To dig him out of his grave!
"Too slow ! too slow ! the weight will kill!
Up, make your hawsers fast!"
With never a stir o' the mastl
"Out with the cargo!" Then they go
At it with might and main. "Back to the sands! too slow, too slow! He's dying, dying ! yet, heave ho!
Heave ho! there, once again!"
And now on the beach at Garl'ston stood
A woman whose pale brow wore Its love like a queenly crown ; and the blood Ran curdled and cold as she watched the tlood
That was racing m to the shore.
On, on it trampled, stride by stride.
It was death to stand and" wait;
And left the doomed to his fate.
But lo! the great sea trembling stands;
Then, crawling under the ship,
Slackened that terrible grip.
"Come to me, Jamie! God grants the way,"
She cries, " for lovers to meet." And the sea, so cruel, grew kind, they say, And, wrapping him tenderly round with spray,
Laid him dead at her feet.