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 1911

stop to find out what your wages will be

And how they will clothe and feed you,

Willie, my son, don't you go on the Sea,

For the Sea will never need you.

If you ask for the reason of every command,

And argue with people about you,

Willie, my son, don't you go on the Land,

For the Land will do better without you.

If you stop to consider the work you have done

And to boast what your labour is worth, dear,

Angels may come for you, Willie, my son,

But you'll never be wanted on Earth, dear!



1890

dead child lay in the shroud,

And the widow watched beside;

And her mother slept, and the Channel swept

The gale in the teeth of the tide.

But the mother laughed at all.

"I have lost my man in the sea,

"And the child is dead. Be still," she said,

"What more can ye do to me?"

