The mournful word the seas say

When tides are wandering out or in.

John Masefield

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SHEATH AND KNIFE

One king's daughter said to anither,

Brume blumes bonnie and grows sae fair,

"We'll gae ride like sister and brither,"

And we'll neer gae down to the brume nae mair.

"We'll ride doun into yonder valley,