The fisherman's swapping a yarn for a yarn
Under the hand of the village barber,
And her in the angle of house and barn
His deep-sea dory has found a harbor.
The fisherman's swapping a yarn for a yarn
Under the hand of the village barber,
And her in the angle of house and barn
His deep-sea dory has found a harbor.
At anchor she rides the sunny sod
As full to the gunnel of flowers growing
As ever she turned her home with cod
From George's bank when winds were blowing.
And I judge from that elysian freight
That all they ask is rougher weather,
And dory and master will sail by fate
To seek the Happy Isles together.
O pescador está trocando um fio por um fio
Sob a mão do barbeiro da aldeia,
E ela no ângulo da casa e do celeiro
Seu dory de águas profundas encontrou um porto.
Na âncora ela cavalga a grama ensolarada
Tão cheio para o gunnel de flores crescendo
Como sempre ela virou sua casa com bacalhau
Do banco de George quando os ventos estavam soprando.
E eu julgo daquele frete elísio
Que tudo o que eles pedem é um clima mais difícil
E o dory e o mestre velejarão pelo destino
Para buscar as Ilhas Felizes juntas.
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