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'Twas on the Longstone Lighthouse,
there dwelt and English maid;
Pure as the air around her, of danger ne'er afraid;
One morning just at daybreak, a storm-tossed wreck she
spied;
And tho' to try seemed madness, "I'll save the
crew!' she cried.
And she pull'd away, o'er the rolling sea,
Over the waters blue --
'Help! Help!' she could hear the cry of the shipwreck'd
crew --
But Grace had an English heart,
And the raging storm she brav'd --
She pull'd away, mid the dashing spray,
And the crew she saved!
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