Since the type is somewhat hard to read, here's a transcription:
My love and I along the strand
Now wander idly hand in hand,
And near encircled by a spell,
The sad old tale the waters tell.
I do not whisper nothings sweet
Nor pay my court in accents bold;
I do not swear undying love--
The reason--well, it's too blamed cold.
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