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And him in his new oilskins too!
Was all she said
When up the brae and to her door
We bore her dead.

We laid the corpse the sea had stripped
Upon the bed,
And left the widow to her watch
Beside the dead.

And him in his new oilskins too!
Was all she said:
Yet when we sailed again at dawn
The wife was dead.
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