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'Have you news of my boy Jack? ' / _Not this tide._ / 'When d'you think that he'll come back? ' / _Not with this wind blowing, and this tide._
'Has any one else had word of him? ' / _Not this tide. / For what is sunk will hardly swim, / Not with this wind blowing, and this tide._
'Oh, dear, what comfort can I find? ' / _None this tide, / Nor any tide, / Except he did not shame his kind -- / Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide._
_Then hold your head up all the more, / This tide, / And every tide; / Because he was the son you bore, / And gave to that wind blowing and that tide! _