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The Harbour:

The words to the Dalmation lullaby I am learning are much more poignant for living in a town that it is still, in some ways, a fishing village:

Hush my babe, my little one,
Thy father sails the deep;
But warm thy bed is, pretty one;
Lie still my dear and sleep.

Cold the wind is blowing,
Angry is the sea;
Guard, ye saints, his going,
And bring him back to me.

When the morn shall break again
Over hill and lea;
Then my love shall wake again,
And dance on daddy’s knee.

Hush my babe, my little one,
Thy father sails the deep;
But warm thy bed is, pretty one;
Lie still my dear and sleep.