| Stormie’s gone, the good old man
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| To my aye storm along
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| Oh, Stormie’s gone, the good old man
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| Aye aye Mister Storm along
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| They dug his grave with a silver spade
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| To my aye storm along
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| The shroud of finest silk was made
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| Aye aye Mister Storm along
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| He’s moored at least and furled his sail
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| To my aye storm along
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| No danger now from wreck or gale
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| Aye aye Storm along
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| Of captain brave, he was the best
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| To my aye storm along
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| But now he’s gone and is at rest
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| Aye aye Mister Storm along
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| Old Storm has heard the angel call
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| To my aye storm along
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| So sing his dirge, now one and all
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| I recall the day the hurricane
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| Engulfed a hundred ships
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| Fate was stripped from our hands
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| Waves of the size of mountainsides bludgeoned us one by one
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| Stormie saved so many under the veil of the blackened sun
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| As the wind came to a calm
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| The bright sun awakened the dawn
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| We stood in silence endlessly
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| And gazed to the edge of the sea
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| As we turned our heads
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| And looked back towards the shore
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| Our hearts sunk ever low
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| For our captain was no more
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| Still his body lay
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| At the breaking of the day
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| We lowered him with a golden chain
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| Our eyes dim with more than rain
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| He lies in an earthen bed
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| Our hearts are sore, our eyes are red
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| Storm along, we must now venture on
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| Into the beauty of the open sea
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| Our will must not become undone
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| Journey onwards far as our eyes can see
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| O do not mourn for long
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| Let our words ring on in his memory
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| The vast horizon draws us near
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| Journey onwards |