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A Frame In the Sand
And I boarded for to sail
a ship called the Northern Gail
and she was
yes she was
a lady
rich cargoes fill the hole
all the story was not told
yes she was
she was a lady
purest silk shone like her sails
she danced in the Northern gales
and she was
she was a lady
a rich traveller with looks and gold
all the story is not told
yes she was
she was a lady
I saw the sea lay her down
white flowers blue satin gown
and she was
she was a lady
all rich stories told
lost the young
lost the old
and she was
yes she was a lady
wooden dreams don't seem to last
as all prayed
the mountains would pass
and she was
she was a lady
one wave made her bed appear
soft pillows lay under there
and she was
yes she was a lady
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Dc Bursey
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