Well the waves took Miss Sylvia too lovely
And gave her the life that no one could save
The sweet blessing to and from
In the middle of the ocean's flow
Well she reached a bounty a wonderful seed
Someone's little things that she need
Stoned closed but always abound
The devil that she was she made herself found
Her face so sweet a sweetness of her
Always to think of someone else above her
That some tide the devil made his way
But then the bash of the seed came
But tinkers and tailors and soldiers unknown
Knowbody could keep this lady their own
But sweet her gleam bright as the day
She never let me wander too far away
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