  Sure 'nuff, 'twas good when I was a lad To be in a boat in the bay; To whiffle the mack'rel, hook the chad, And haul at the nets away; 'Twas good to feel the wind in my face, An' scud through a tumble o' foam, An' see far off the twinklin' lights Of the lil' grey port, an' home. An' 'twas good to climb in the craggy clifts Where the guillemot raired her brood, An' go with a laugh in the heart all day; Sure 'nuff, 'twas good! Sure 'nuff, 'twas good when I wandered away, An' saw that the world was wide, In the wunnerful lands beyont the say, An' the ports where the big ships ride. 'Twas good to meet men who could strive an' seek, An' didn' knaw nort o' fear, An' hail 'em a word in passin' by, An' answer 'em back with a cheer. 'Twas good to be sailin' the way o' the world, An' standin' where strong men stood, An' counted awhile as a man among men; Sure 'nuff, 'twas good! Sure 'nuff, 'tis good, with voyagin' done, To be anchored in port at last, An' watch the boys go, one by one, As I did in days long past; 'Tis good to set in the cottage door, An' gaze at the sky an' say, An' knaw that I fared on the flood tide once, Now 'tis fallin' away; An' 'tis good to have time to make ready to sail On the voyage that leads to rest; An' I trust a Pilot Who will not fail. Sure 'nuff, 'tis best! |
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