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Sea fever, my mother called it. Sea fever, she knew that I had.
When the wind is blowing out of the singing South then will I be going, sea spray salty upon my mouth.
When the tide is drifting over the silver sand, my heart sails are drifting, set upon another land
When the stars are staring out of a cloudless sky, then would I be 'faring out where the gray gulls cry

Writer(s): John Masefield, Jones Roger

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