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We tried to get over the Bar to-day,

To-day on the morning tide:

But whether I go, or whether I stay

Let Fate and the Bar decide;

But my Love—New Love—with your eyes of grey,

The weary world is wide!

We kedged her in and we poled her back

In time from the ebbing tide,

For the sky was grey, and the rocks were black,

And the rollers broke outside.

And it’s oh, my Love, but the lines are slack,

And the weary world is wide.

We’d try to get over the Bar to-night,

To-night on the higher tide;

But the moon is dull that last night was bright

And the world is dark outside.

Oh, Love—New Love!—why your face so white,

And the weary world so wide?

We tried to get over the Bar to-day,

To-morrow we’ll try again—

Oh, Love! New Love of the grey eyes, say,

Is the strife of man in vain?

The glass might lie, and the needle stray,

But the path of love is plain!

When over the Bar, there is no return

In the time of the autumn gales—

But whether the sea or the bush it be,

The heart of a man prevails—

Oh, Love! New Love, will you watch the sea

Where your Bushman sailor sails?