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Mar 2012
O to live by the ocean shore,
To smell the salt and hear the roar.
A plume of froth adorns her hair,
O Lady fair, O Lady fair.

With gown of blue and cap of white,
She dances in the pale moonlight.
Her slippers shimmer in the cold night air,
O Lady fair, O Lady fair.

It's time to rest and go to sleep,
To still the dance upon the deep.
The calm has come and I declare,
O Lady fair, O Lady fair.
Written by
Gordi Turnbull
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