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Old Song Re-Sung

Written by: Katharine Tynan | Biography
 I saw three ships a-sailing, 
A-sailing on the sea, 
The first her masts were silver,
Her hull was ivory.
The snows came drifting softly, And lined her white as wool; Oh, Jesus, Son of Mary, Thy Cradle beautiful! I saw three ships a-sailing, The next was red as blood, Her decks shone like a ruby, Encrimsoned all her wood.
Her main-mast stood up lonely, A lonely Cross and stark.
Oh, Jesus, Son of Mary, Bring all men to that ark! I saw three ships a-sailing.
The third for cargo bore The souls of men redeemed, That shall be slaves no more.
The lost beloved faces, I saw them glad and free.
Oh, Jesus, Son of Mary, When wilt thou come for me?



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