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JAMES LYMAN MOLLOY
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THE CLANG OF THE WOODEN SHOON
OH ! the clang of the wooden shoon, Oh ! the dance and the merry tune, Happy sound of a by-gone day, It rings in my heart for aye, When the boats came in, With the sailors all aglow,
And the moon shone down on the glistening tide below.
" Now my lads, with a merry will, Up with hatch and the baskets fill, Winsome lassies above ye stand, Ready with eager hand; " Then the sails came down, And all was taut and clear, And a wild, glad dance lit up the wooden pier. Oh ! the rush of the tripping feet, Oh ! the lightsome hearts that beat; Wild and sweet the merry tune and the clang of the wooden shoon.
But they are gone a weary while, ah me,
And he, my own, came home no more from sea.
The sea looks black,
The waves have all a moan,
And I am left to sit and dream alone, |
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