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Show FISHERMAN'S LUCK In the darkness, rowing, hauling, While the hungry winds nre cnlling,God protect him, little boatie, Bring him safely home! Not for you, my little boatic, Is the wide and weary sea; You're too slender, and too tender, You must rest with me. All day long you have been straying Up and down the shore and playing; Come to port, make no delaying! Day is over, little boatie, Night falls suddenly. Furl your sail, my little boa tie; Fold your wings, my tired dove. Dews are sprinkling, stars are twinkling Drowsily above. Cease from sailing, cease from rowing; Rock upon the dream-tide, knowing Safely o'er your rest are glowing, All the night, my little boatie, Harbour-lights of love. ~76 INDEX |