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 III And there with heart o'erflowing[?]
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