| Lyrics: | TURN YE TO ME
The stars are burning cheerily, cheerily
Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to
me
The seamew is moaning drearily, drearily
Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me
Cold is
the stormwind that ruffles his breast
But warm are the downy plumes lining his nest
Cold
blows the storm there, soft falls the snow there
Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to
me
The waves are dancing merrily, merrily
Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me
The
seabirds are wailing wearily, wearily
Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me
Hushed be thy
moaning, lone bird of the sea
Thy home on the rocks is a shelter to thee
Thy house the
angry wave, mine but the lonely grave
Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me
words by
Christopher North in 1816. tune ancient
sung by Gordon Bok on Seal
Djiril
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