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She bought her love the warmest wool,
With money that her father saved;
She made a coat to help him brave,
The coldest ocean wave,
The coldest ocean wave.
She knitted all the things she could,
For head and hands and feet;
And with each loving stitch she made,
She prayed that they would keep,
She prayed that they would keep.
Before he left he said to her,
Alas, my dear, we part;
My love is strong for you have sewn,
Your love into my heart,
Your love into my heart.
Her mother often said to her,
I fear your fate's like mine;
I lost your father in a gale,
And still today I pine,
And still today I pine.
For every man who's lost at sea,
Somewhere a woman mourns;
The sea she claims him as her own,
Another widow born,
Another widow born.
Her eyes are stinging with her tears,
As she gazes o'er the raging foam;
Her pleading cry is barely heard,
Please bring him safely home,
Please bring him safely home.
