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Moonfleet Beach is a terror of the sea |
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and most deadly when a southwestern gale |
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wakes the anger of the wave from its own easy sleep |
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and I'm the only man who's made it out alive to tell the tale |
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I was an orphan boy |
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of 15 years old |
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when Elsevere took me to his home |
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I still wonder if he knew |
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as he kept me from the cold |
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that later saving my life |
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he would forfeit his own |
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when the people of Moonfleet are safe in their beds |
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they hear the sounds of a struggle against the sea |
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for the rhythm of the wave is steady in their heads |
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they thank god they're not fighting for their lives |
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on Moonfleet Beach |
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Elsevere was like a good father to me |
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we got closer and closer each day |
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but soon time struck cold |
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and we had nothing for our bread and meat |
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so we left our home, condemned our home |
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and find ourselves a way |
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with nowhere else to turn we joined with a contraband |
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and listened on the deck with the crew |
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to the captain as he said "we'll need every last man |
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to do their best, now raise the sails we have a dangerous job to do" |
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we had a smooth trip there |
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oh lord and it left the peer |
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but Elsevere lay heavy on the rail |
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he said "son look yonder there! |
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our doom is surely near |
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can't ya feel it hear it blow a strong southwestern gale" |
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we were blown to the dreaded beach |
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a rope of strong within our reach |
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from the people that had gathered from the town |
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Elsevere grabbed it in his hand |
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and started making for the land |
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but he looked and saw that I was almost drowned |
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he left the rope to rescue me |
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they pulled me out of the dreadful sea |
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I looked for Elsevere but he couldn't be found |
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when the storms blow hard |
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i lie awake at night |
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and think about the one father ive known |
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he saved my soul by giving up his life |
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just like him who died to give us soul eternal hope |
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when the people of Moonfleet are safe in their beds |
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they hear the sounds of a struggle against the sea |
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for the rhythm of the wave is steady in their heads |
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they thank god they're not fighting for their lives |
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on Moonfleet Beach |
