Oh, we started down from Roto when the sheds had all cut out.
We'd whips and whips of Rhino as we meant to push about,
I'm very unhappy, tho' nothing I've done.
I'll tell you the cause of my sorrow;
WEAVERS, weaving at break of day,
Why do you weave a garment so gay? . . .
I am weaving a song of waters,
Shaken from firm, brown limbs,
I wish I had a barrel of rum
and sugar three hundred pound.
The ever rolling flood of years,
Is bearing us, our hopes and fears,
Went down to the river, sot me down an' listened,
Heard de water talkin' quiet, quiet lak an' slow:
I've made a vow, I'll keep it true,
I'll never married be;
Against the coming of May
That is ful of lustyness,
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road.
When first I left Old England's shore,
Such yarns as we were told,
Oh, knees up, Mother Brown, Knees up, Mother Brown.
Sometimes at night through the shadowy trees
She rides along on a winter breeze.
O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab?
O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab?
Swing dat hammer—hunh—
Steady, bo';
I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name;
There is grief in the sound, there is guilt in the fame;
Wilt thou unkind thus reave me
Of my heart, of my heart,
"Husband, husband, cease your strife,
Nor longer idly rave, Sir;
The life brought me so I came; the death takes me away so I go
Neither I came on my own nor I go with my will
Birds of omen dark and foul,
Night-crow, raven, bat, and owl
You flaunt your beauty in the rose, your glory in the dawn,
Your sweetness in the nightingale, your white- ness in the swan.
LAMP of my life, the lips of Death
Hath blown thee out with their sudden breath;
Love came down at Christmas,
Love all lovely, love divine;
Anna var i Anders kær, men knibsk alligevel
Come ye heavy states of night,
Do my father's spirit right,
Like this alabaster box whose art Is frail as a cassia-flower, is my heart,
Mourn, mourn, day is with darkness fled,
What heavn's then governs earth,
Ah blame me not, Catcott, if from the right way
My notions and actions run far.
With banner and with badge we come,
An Army true and strong,
Away down South in the land of traitors,
Rattlesnakes and alligators,
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