Poems and Songs :: :: University of Virginia Library

As I wander slow, through the frost and snow,
And the cold drift round me flying,
With my basket on my head I go
Through the village, sadly crying,
Codling, fresh codling; codling alive!

II

Oh, my good man toils on the stormy wave,
O'er the deep where my sons are lying;
And the wintry winds around me rave
Whilst with aching heart I'm crying,
Codling, fresh codling; codling alive!

III

God help the gallant fishermen
That brave the wild sea cheerly;
And send them safely home again
To the hearts that love them dearly.
Codling, fresh codling; codling alive!

IV

Oh, I left my children at their play;
To win their bread I'm trying;
And my thoughts are with them all the way,
As from door to door I'm crying,
Codling, fresh codling; codling alive!

V

Oh, I care not for the frost and snow,
Nor the cold drift round me flying;
But I tremble when the wild winds blow,
And with anxious heart I'm crying,
Codling, fresh codling; codling alive