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A BRITTANY LOVE SONG
My only love is a sailor lad Whose home is the fickle sea.To other girls he gives his smiles, But his mouth he gives to me.
On Sunday morning after mass When he is dressed so fine,He stops before their open doors, But at night he comes to mine.
O Mary, bless all sailor lads Whose loves are two, and three,But mine keep safe from other girls— Or let him die in the sea!
The BookmanWilliam Alexander Percy


COURAGE
Into a brown wood flew a brown bird   In the winter time:The sky was dark with snow unfallen,   The leaves were bent with rime.
Once north he flew, once south he flew,   He perched in a naked tree.He looked into the dreary dusk   And whistled merrily.
Contemporary VerseWilliam Alexander Percy

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