“O Mary, go and call the cattle home,
And call the cattle home,
And call the cattle home
Across the sands of Dee;
The western wind was wild and dank with foam,
And all alone went she.”

The Sands of Dee http://www.bartleby.com/42/654.html (1849), st. 1.

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