Songs and Other Verse by Eugene Field
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(ALASKAN BALLAD) The Northland reared his hoary head And spied the Southland leagues away-- "Fairest of all fair brides," he said, "Be thou my bride, I pray!" Whereat the Southland laughed and cried: "I'll bide beside my native sea, And I shall never be thy bride Till thou com'st wooing me!" The Northland's heart was a heart of ice, A diamond glacier, mountain high-- Oh, love is sweet at any price, As well know you and I! So gayly the Northland took his heart And cast it in the wailing sea-- "Go, thou, with all thy cunning art, And woo my bride for me!" For many a night and for many a day, And over the leagues that rolled between, The true-heart messenger sped away To woo the Southland queen. But the sea wailed loud, and the sea wailed long, While ever the Northland cried in glee: |
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