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The tide is flowing with the gale,
Y' heave ho! my lads, set ev'ry sail;
The harbor bar we soon shall clear;
Farewell, once more, to home so dear,
For when the tempest rages loud and long
That home shall be our guiding star and song.

Out on the Deep
(A Flat)
Out on the deep, when the sun is low,
And the sea with splendor buns,
With his scaly spoil, from his evening toil,
The fisher homeward turns;
And his oars flash bright in the ocean light,
And he knows that eyes on shore
Look out on the deep for his bright oar sweep,
And he sings as he swings his oar:
"A long sweep, lads, and a strong sweep, boys,
And a song as along we go,
For the hearts that yearn for our home return,
When the evening sun is low,
When the evening sun is low."

Out on the deep, when the sun is dead,
And the first sweet star doth gleam,
Of a day that is dead, and a love that is fled,
The fisher oft will dread;
And he thinks, tho' far, like that first bright star
She is still beside as of yore,
And his oars gleam bright in its sweet pale light,
And he sighs as he plies his oar:
"A slow sweep, lads, and a low sweep, boys,
And a song as along we go,
For the star of Love that is bright above,
And its gleam in the wave below,
And its gleam in the wave below."

Good Old Melodies
(Key of G)
In the evening by the moonlight,
You can hear those darkies singing,
In the evening by the moonlight,
You can hear those banjos ringing,
How the old folks would enjoy it,
They would sit all night and listen,
As we sang in the evening by the moonlight.

Hear dem bells,
Don't you hear dem bells,

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