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Poem by Alexander Wilson


The Fishermans Hymn


THE OSPREY sails above the sound,
  The geese are gone, the gulls are flying;
The herring shoals swarm thick around,
  The nets are launched, the boats are plying;
    Yo ho, my hearts! let s seek the deep,        
      Raise high the song, and cheerily wish her,
    Still as the bending net we sweep,
      God bless the fish-hawk and the fisher!

She brings us fishshe brings us spring,
  Good times, fair weather, warmth, and plenty,        
Fine stores of shad, trout, herring, ling,
  Sheepshead and drum, and old-wives dainty.
    Yo ho, my hearts! let s seek the deep,
      Ply every oar, and cheerily wish her,
    Still as the bending net we sweep,        
      God bless the fish-hawk and the fisher!

She rears her young on yonder tree,
  She leaves her faithful mate to mind em;
Like us, for fish, she sails to sea,
  And, plunging, shows us where to find em.        
    Yo ho, my hearts! let s seek the deep,
      Ply every oar, and cheerily wish her,
    While the slow bending net we sweep,
      God bless the fish-hawk and the fisher!



Alexander Wilson


Alexander Wilson's other poems:
  1. Connel and Flora
  2. Matilda
  3. Auchtertool
  4. The Solitary Tutor


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