TURN YE TO ME The stars are burning cheerily, cheerily Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me The seamew is moaning drearily, drearily Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me Cold is the stormwind that ruffles his breast But warm are the downy plumes lining his nest Cold blows the storm there, soft falls the snow there Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me The waves are dancing merrily, merrily Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me The seabirds are wailing wearily, wearily Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me Hushed be thy moaning, lone bird of the sea Thy home on the rocks is a shelter to thee Thy house the angry wave, mine but the lonely grave Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me words by Christopher North in 1816. tune ancient sung by Gordon Bok on Seal Djiril @animal filename[ TURNYEME SF ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===