AT THE SEA-SIDE
Reading edition
When I was down beside the sea, A wooden spade they gave to me, To dig the sandy shore. My holes were empty like a cup. In every hole the sea came up, Till it could come no more.

Reading edition
When I was down beside the sea, A wooden spade they gave to me, To dig the sandy shore. My holes were empty like a cup. In every hole the sea came up, Till it could come no more.
