1     Now Christ ye save yon bonny shepherd
2              Sailing on the sea;
3     Ten thousand souls are sailing there
4           But they belong to Thee.
5        If he is lost then all is lost
6            And all is dead to me.

7    My love should have a grey head-stonee
8          And green moss at his feet
9      And clinging grass above his breast
10       Whereon his lambs could bleat,
11     And I should know the span of earth
12        Where some day I might sleep.

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