They sailed away in a gallant bark,
Roy Neal and his fair young bride.
They’d ventured all in a bounding bark
That danced o’er the silvery tide.
But their hearts were young and their spirits light
And they dashed the tears away
When they saw the shore recede from sight
At their own sweet Dublin Bay.
Three days they sailedwhen a storm arose
And the lightening swept the deep;
The thunder crash broke the shore’s repose
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