| Oh listen today in a story I tell
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| In Sadness and tear dimmed eyes
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| Of a dreadful cyclone that came this way
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| And blew our schoolhouse away
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| Rye Cove (Rye Cove) Rye Cove (Rye Cove)
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| The place of my childhood and home
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| Where in life’s early morn I once loved to roam
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| But now it’s so silent and lone
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| When the cyclone appeared it darkened the air
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| Yet the lightning flashed over the sky
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| And the children all cried «don't take us away
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| And spare us to go back home»
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| There were mothers so dear and fathers the same
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| That came to this horrible scene
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| Searching and crying each found their own child
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| Dying on a pillow of stone
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| Oh give us a home far beyond the blue skies
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| Where storms and cyclones are unknown
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| And there by life’s strand we’ll clasp this glad hand
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| Their children in a heavenly home |