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Out of the rolling ocean, the crowd, came a drop gently to me,
Whispering,
I love you, before long I die,
I have travel'd a long way, merely to look on you, to touch you,

There's sunshine in the heart of me,
My blood sings in the breeze;
The mountains are a part of me,
I'm fellow to the trees

Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode,
The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road
A reeling road, a rolling road, that rambles round the shire,
And after him the parson ran, the sexton and the squire;