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May the warm winds of Heaven
Blow softly upon your home,
May the Great Spirit
Bless all who enter there
May your moccasins
Make happy tracks
In many snows
May the rainbow
Always touch your shoulder.
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The Mermaid's Call
The air is cool and things are darkening,
And peaceful flows the river alongside mountain,
On top I can see, sparkling,
The source of the river like a fountain.
The fairest maid is whining,
In greater glory of her beauty there,
Her golden jewels are shining,
She combs her golden hair.
With a golden comb her hair is tended,
And she sings a song so sad,
It casts a spell on the river where it wended,
And yet it is turning your heart so glad.
The boatman listens, and look at him
Wild-aching is what she gives;
He sees nothing but the maiden that will make him swim,
He sees not reef or cliff.
At last the waves overcame
The boat and the boatman's cry;
And this is what became
Of he who listened to the mermaid and wondered why.
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Sam
When Sam goes back in memory,
It is to where the sea
Breaks on the shingle, emerald-green,
In white foam, endlessly;
He says--with small brown eyes on mine-
"I used to keep awake,
And lean from my window in the moon,
Watching those billows break.
And half a million tiny hands,
And eyes, like sparks of frost,
Would dance and come tumbling into the moon,
On every breaker tossed.
And all across from star to star,
I've seen the watery sea,
With not a single ship in sight,
Just ocean there, and me;
And heard my father snore. And once,
As sure as I'm alive,
Out of those wallowing, moon-flecked waves
I saw a mermaid dive;
Head and shoulders above the wave,
Plain as I now see you,
Combing her hair, now back, now front,
Her two eyes peeping through;
Calling me, (Sam!--quietlike--(Sam! . .
But me . . . I never went,
Making believe I kind of thought
'Twas some one else she meant ...
Wonderful lovely there she sat,
Singing the night away,
All in the solitudinous sea
Of that there lonely bay.
"P'raps," and he'd smooth his hairless mouth,
"P'raps, if 'twere now, my son,
Morning would find me gone."
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The Mermaid
One Friday morn when we set sail
And our ship not far from land,
We there did espy a fair, pretty maid
With a comb and a glass in her hand,
her hand, her hand,
With a comb and a glass in her hand.
And the raging seas did roar, did roar,
And the stormy winds did blow, did blow,
And we jolly sailor boys were up, up aloft,
And the landlubbers all down below,
below, below,
And the landsmen were all down below.
Then up spake the captain of our gallant ship,
And a gallant man was he,
"I have married a wife in fair Portsmouth town
And this night she a widow will be,
will be, will be,
And this night she a widow will be."
And the raging seas did roar, did roar,
And the stormy winds did blow, did blow,
And we jolly sailor boys were up, up aloft,
And the landlubbers all down below,
below, below,
And the landsmen were all down below.
Then next there spake the little cabin boy.
And a fair-haired lad was he,
"I've a father and a mother in fair Portsmouth town
And this night they will weep for me,
for me, for me,
And this night they will weep for me."
And the raging seas did roar, did roar,
And the stormy winds did blow, did blow)
And we jolly sailor boys were up, up aloft,
And the landlubbers all down below,
below, below,
And the landsmen were all down below.
Then three times round went our gallant ship,
And three times round went she,
And for want of a life belt they both went down
As she sunk to the bottom of the sea,
the sea, the sea,
As she sunk to the bottom of the sea.
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