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I've come to think
There's a strange fast link 'Twixt her and me here in life ;
We're one together
While every weather We face for my chicks and wife;
Day and night go by
And still she and I In one work our hard hours spend,
And the selfsame sun,
When my race is run, May see hers and my own life's end.
Well, till that hour, Through sun and shower,
With blue or with black o'erhead, In sun or squall, With our nets, through all,
For our dear ones we'll win our bread Our farm, the deep, We'll plough and we'll reap
While herring and mackerel swim; And for death and the rest, That's as God thinks best,
We'll work and leave that to Him.