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127 Inland, among dust, under trees—inland where the slayer may slay him—

Inland, out of reach of her arms, and the bosom whereon he must lay him—

His Sea from the first that betrayed—at the last that shall never betray him:

His Sea that his being fulfils?

So and no otherwise—so and no otherwise—hillmen desire their Hills.



ANCHOR SONG

1893

EH! Walk her round. Heave, ah, heave her short again!

Over, snatch her over, there, and hold her on the pawl.

Loose all sail, and brace your yards back and full—

Ready jib to pay her off and heave short all!

Well, ah, fare you well; we can stay no more with you, my love—

Down, set down your liquor and your girl from off your knee;

For the wind has come to say:

"You must take me while you may,

If you'd go to Mother Carey

(Walk her down to Mother Carey!),

Oh, we're bound to Mother Carey where she feeds her chicks at sea!" Heh! Walk her round.  Break, ah, break it out o' that!

Break our starboard-bower out, apeak, awash, and clear!

Port—port she casts, with the harbour-mud beneath her foot,

And that's the last o' bottom we shall see this year!

