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FISHING SONG OF SHETLAND.
The mermen who dwell
In the fathomless deep
Are lulling the turbulent
Billows to sleep;
And will leave soon their
Cold, sparry caverns to guide
The bark of the fisherman
Over the tide.
In the fathomless deep
Are lulling the turbulent
Billows to sleep;
And will leave soon their
Cold, sparry caverns to guide
The bark of the fisherman
Over the tide.
In the halls of Valhalla
Dwell none but the bold;
We will rival in daring
Our fathers of old—
They thought not of danger
While plying the oar,
And left to the coward
The hovel on shore.
Dwell none but the bold;
We will rival in daring
Our fathers of old—
They thought not of danger
While plying the oar,
And left to the coward
The hovel on shore.
In childhood our nurse
Was the murmuring sea,
The roar of its waters
Proclaims—we are free.
The thunder of waves, and
The shriek of the gale
Keep time to our voices
While trimming the sail.
Was the murmuring sea,
The roar of its waters
Proclaims—we are free.
The thunder of waves, and
The shriek of the gale
Keep time to our voices
While trimming the sail.
Our wives blandly smiling
Will greet our return;
On the hearth, the red peat-fire
Will merrily burn.
The sky is serene, and
The ocean, this day,
To our bearded harpoons
A rich tribute shall pay.
Will greet our return;
On the hearth, the red peat-fire
Will merrily burn.
The sky is serene, and
The ocean, this day,
To our bearded harpoons
A rich tribute shall pay.
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