THE WAVES
With crest of whiteIn depth of night, They ride on to the sand. They beat a song, As they roll along, This sea-going warrior band. The spray doth fly 'Neath the stormy sky t Wh'L the waves rush on to lam The waves so tall*, That rise and fall, Are fierce ; nd yet so grand. Tiie storm is past Tis calm at last; A victory is at hand/ As homo they go, A do Tea tod foe. This sea-going warrior band.
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Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 1, Issue 54, 25 August 1939, Page 6
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83THE WAVES Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 1, Issue 54, 25 August 1939, Page 6
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