  Open quotation IT’S Father’s boat we’re watching, There isn’t a smarter boat Than Father’s on the sea, The Pretty Polly is our ship, Father’s the skipper is he, And we are watching for Father, We’re watching, Nancy and me. Sometimes the wind blows wildly, But Nancy, and Mother, and me, We sing a bit of a hymn we know, The hymn for those at sea, Although when we think of Father, We’re as near to choke as can be. A sight it will be to see, Father’s ship all in silver, A’sail on a silver sea, And Father himself a coming home To Mother and Nancy and me. |
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