| I wandered today on the seashore
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| The waves and the winds are low
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| I thought of the days that are gone by, ma
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| Many long years ago
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| We lingered by the gently flowing billows
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| And watched the golden sunset fade away
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| And there among the sweet ocean breezes
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| We talked about our future wedding day
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| Gathering up the shells from the seashore
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| Gathering up the shells from the sea
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| Those were the happiest days of all, ma
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| Gathering up the shells from the shore
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| When the waves are rolling on the ocean
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| And the golden moonbeams on the pebbles shine
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| At your cottage by the sea I’ll come again, ma
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| When the waves are rolling gentle, sweetheart mine
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| Now I am growing up in years, ma
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| My locks are all silver and gray
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| But the vows that we made on the shore, ma
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| Are fresh in my memory today
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| Gathering up the shells from the seashore
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| Gathering up the shells from the sea
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| Those were the happiest days of all, ma
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| Gathering up the shells from the shore
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| No more bright shells we will gather
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| As the waves come dashing as of yore
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| She lies 'neath the white pebbled sand
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| Just covered up with shells on the shore
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| Gathering up the shells from the seashore
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| Gathering up the shells from the sea
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| Those were the happiest days of all, ma
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| Gathering up the shells from the shore |