What she be, a sound the
Break of dawn would maybe bring
With the water and the men yell
From tide ‘see what we find
A net here, or wear there
And fish beneath the grind
Where the foot fall let the bridge fall
Hug your women from behind
Sun will christen the best
And the worst be tickled still
Naughty matters when he’s safe
With warmth and in your bed
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