Where the pools are bright and deepWhere the gray trout lies asleep,Up the river and o'er the leaThat's the way for Billy and me.
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A life on the ocean wave!A home on the rolling deep,Where the scattered waters rave,And the winds their revels keep!Like an eagle caged I pineOn this dull unchanging shore:Oh give me the flashing brine,The spray and the tempest's roar!
epes sargent