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160 SONGS, ETC.
The landsmen may have houses strong,
To shelter from the blast; They also may have purses long,
Id banks, to keep them fast. The fisherman has also these,
A cabin does him hold, His bank is in the deep, deep sea.,
The fishes are his gold.
His bark w>ll live in good sea.room,
When howling winds do blow ; A house will fall before the storm,
Whilst he tosses to and fro. Dangers are upon the land,
Just as they are at sea; So, landsmen all, you'll understand,
The deep sea bark for me.
Come, follow me right down the lea,
And hail the blushing morn ; Straight forward go, the stream's below,
Hard by the stately thorn. We soon shall fill, from out the rill,
Our baskets with fine trout; Then up the brae, to see John Day,
Close with a merry route.
R. R., 1818.