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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 309 |
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O broad-armed Fisher of the deep, whose sports can
equal thine? The Dolphin weighs a thousand tons, that tugs thy
cable line; And night by night 'tis thy delight, thy glory day by
day, Through sable sea and breaker white, the giant game
to play — But shamer of our little sports! forgive the name I
gave — A fisher's joy is to destroy—thine office is to save. |
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O lodger in the sea-king's halls, couldst thou but understand
Whose be the white bones by thy side, or who that dripping band,
Slow swaying in the heaving wave, that round about thee bend,
With sounds like breakers in a dream blessing their ancient friend —
Oh, couldst thou know what heroes glide with larger steps round thee,
Thine iron side would swell with pride; thou'dst leap within the sea! |
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Give honor to their memories who left the pleasant strand,
To shed their blood so freely for the love of Fatherland—
Who left their chance of quiet age and grassy churchyard grave,
So freely, for a restless bed amid the tossing wave — |
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