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Over his body the wind moans
With a dreary tune throughout the day,
In a chorus wistful, eerie, thin
As the gull's cry—as the cry in the bay,
The mournful word the seas say
When tides are wandering out or in.
John Masefield
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SHEATH AND KNIFE
One king's daughter said to anither,
Brume blumes bonnie and grows sae fair,
"We'll gae ride like sister and brither,"
And we'll neer gae down to the brume nae mair.
"We'll ride doun into yonder valley,
Brume blumes bonnie and grows sae fair,
Whare the greene green trees are budding sae gaily.
And we'll neer gae down to the brume nae mair.
"Wi hawke and hounde we will hunt sae rarely,
Brume blumes bonnie and grows sae fair,
And we'll come back in the morning early."
And we'll neer gae down to the brume nae mair.
They rade on like sister and brither,
Brume blumes bonnie and grows sae fair,
And they hunted and hawket in the valley thegether.
And we'll neer gae down to the brume nae mair.
"Now, lady, hauld my horse and my hawk,
Brume blumes bonnie and grows sae fair,