See, yonder where the old church walls
life up their heads on high
Like a ship's grey sails in the moon's pale light
Against a starry sky
And where the tall, white gravestones stand
Above the grassy lea
Like spectres[sic] on a spectre[sic] ship
upon a lonesome sea
It was there, so runs the Legend
That you might hear to day
Where a sailor rescued from a wreck
Fell on his knees to pray
To the good Lord who saved him
From out the salt sea wave
And from the bitter pangs of death
And from a watery grave
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And there with heart o'erflowing[?]