(Rod McDonald)
Though my sails be torn and tattered
Ant the mast be turned about
Let the night wind chill me to my very soul.
And though the spray might sting my eyes
And the stars no light provide
Give me just another morning light to hold.
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For I will not lie me down
This rain a raging
No, I will not lie me down
In such a storm
And if this night be unblessed
I shall not take my rest
Until I reach another shore.
And though the only water left
Is but salt to wound my thirst
I will drink the rain that falls so steady down.
And though night-blindness be my gift
And there be thieves upon my drift
I will thank the fog that shelters me along.
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Though my mates be drained and weary
And I believe their hopes are lost
There’s no need for their bones on that blackened bottom.
And though death waits just off the bow
We will not answer to him now
He shall stand to face the morning light without us.
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