��J. A. NICKLIN
��THE FISHER-LAD
"Farewell and good-bye to you, maiden of Teifi, Farewell and good-bye to you, dear Teifi maid !
The jolly-boat's waiting, I'm off in a jiffy, To scouting and cruising, to chase and to raid.
"Ah, cariad, say, when you see in the offing. Dark on the blue waters of Cardigan Bay,
Our smoke-stack just showing, then will you be doffing Your bonnet to wave us a parting ' huzzay ' ?
"Once homeward I'd run, tho' the black scud was flying, And the breakers were howling like fiends on our lee, With every stitch set, ever danger defying.
For, anwyl, I know that you watched on the quay,
"In vain will you watch for your fisher-lad's skiff, he Is tracking the death that the foeman has laid ; If Death is the end of it, dear maid of Teifi,
Farewell and good-bye to you, dear Teifi maid !"
— J. A. Nicklin.
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