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ISHERMAN JIM lived on the hill

With his bonnie wife an' his little boys;

'Twuz "Blow, ye winds, as blow ye will—

Naught we reck of your cold and noise!"

For happy and warm were he an' his,

And he dandled his kids upon his knee

To the song of the sea.

Fisherman Jim would sail all day,

But, when come night, upon the sands

His little kids ran from their play,

Callin' to him an' wavin' their hands;

Though the wind was fresh and the sea was high,

He'd hear 'em—you bet—above the roar

Of the waves on the shore!

Once Fisherman Jim sailed into the bay

As the sun went down in a cloudy sky,

And never a kid saw he at play,

And he listened in vain for the welcoming cry.