Archive for November, 2011


Every day is a fresh beginning

Listen my soul to the glad refrain.

And, spite of old sorrows

And older sinning,

Troubles forecasted

And possible pain,

Take heart with the day and begin again.

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Have you news of my boy Jack?

Not this tide.

When do you think that he’ll come back?

Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.

Has anyone else had word of him?

Not this tide. For what is sunk will hardly swim,

Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.

Oh, dear, what comfort can I find?

None this tide nor any tide,

Except he did not shame his kind

Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide.

Then hold your head up all the more

This tide and every tide

Because he was the son you bore and gave to that wind blowing and that tide

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