98 – Day Watch Below!

Poem number 98
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Day Watch Below!
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Autumn is rising, his feet out of bed
Shaking the cobwebs and dreams from his head
Before him a season of effort and toil
Scouring the treetops and mulching the soil
But he’s willing and eager, ready to start
Refreshed and renewed with a song in his heart
He peers through the window, gauging the morn
There’s time yet for breakfast, he’ll clock on at dawn
To take on the baton from Summer, to say
“I hereby relieve you, now be on your way”
And settle his boots firmly into the reins
The thrill of beginning will run through his veins
His season, his nature, his banner unfurled
The Autumn begins. It’s his time. It’s his world.

222 – Whale Tale

Poem number 222
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Whale Tale
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“The Whale! The Whale! The Whale!” They cried
“An ambush! Wrecked the boat!”
So we went to sea with harpoons three
And a knife to cut its throat.
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We sailed for weeks, aye weeks and months
O’er waves and through the swell
Our luck was fair, we found its lair
And entered into hell.
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The fight was long, the fight was hard,
The whale a mighty foe,
He swept his tail and smashed our sail
And dragged us down below.
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But strong of arm and stout of heart
We speared and lanced and fought,
‘Til we prevailed: The Whale had failed!
His efforts brought to nought.
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We’d won the day, we sailed away
With tunics up the mast
To catch the breeze of all those seas
‘Til we got home at last
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“The Whale!” We cried. “The Whale! The Whale!
Is vanquished, and we’re free!”
The folk elated, we were feted
Kings Of All The Sea!

306 – (Traditional)

Poem number 306
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(Traditional)
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They’ve gone to fetch the hangman, gone to fetch the noose
They’ve gone to fetch the hangman
They’ve gone to fetch the noose
They’ve gone to fetch the hangman, gone to fetch that noose
And when its round my scrawny neck I ain’t never getting loose
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And when they’ve fetched that hangman, well I guess that’s all she wrote
When they’ve fetched the hangman
I guess that’s all she wrote
When they’ve fetched that hangman, well I guess that’s all she wrote
When they’ve fetched that hangman and that noose is round my throat
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I might just tell the hangman I feel bad for what I done
I might just tell the hangman
We was only making fun
I might just tell the hangman I feel bad for what I done
And maybe that old hangman’ll let me see another sun
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But now I hear that hangman, with his bible and his psalm
Now I hear the hangman
With his noose there on his arm
Now I hear the hangman with his bible and his psalm
Sweet Jesus here’s the hangman and he’s come to do me harm
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They went and fetched the hangman, went and fetched that noose
They went and fetched the hangman
Went and fetched that noose
They went and fetched the hangman, went and fetched that noose
And now its round my scrawny neck I ain’t never getting loose
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And now it’s round my scrawny neck
I ain’t ever getting loose.