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The Indifferent Mariner

by Arthur Macy

−0.1119 − 0.3089i

Drawing the boundary…

Quhy Sowld I Luve

by Alexander Montgomerie

−0.1476 − 0.3185i

Drawing the boundary…

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The Indifferent Mariner

by Arthur Macy

I'm a tough old salt, and it's never I care
A penny which way the wind is,
Or whether I sight Cape Finisterre,
Or make a port at the Indies.

Some folks steer for a port to trade,
And some steer north for the whaling;
Yet never I care a damn just where
I sail, so long's I'm sailing.

You never can stop the wind when it blows,
And you can't stop the rain from raining;
Then why, oh, why, go a-piping of your eye
When there's no sort o' use in complaining?

My face is browned and my lungs are sound,
And my hands they are big and calloused.
I've a little brown jug I sometimes hug,
And a little bread and meat for ballast.

But I keep no log of my daily grog,
For what's the use o' being bothered?
I drink a little more when the wind's offshore,
And most when the wind's from the no'th'ard.

Of course with a chill if I'm took quite ill,
And my legs get weak and toddly,
At the jug I pull, and turn in full,
And sleep the sleep of the godly.

But whether I do or whether I don't,
Or whether the jug's my failing,
It's never I care a damn just where
I sail, so long's I'm sailing.

Quhy Sowld I Luve

by Alexander Montgomerie

Quhy sowld I luve bot gif I war luvit?
Quhy sowld I sett myne hert in variance?
Quhy sowld I do the thing to be reprovit?
Vnto my spreit it war richt grit grevance.

Quhy sowld I schamefully thus me avance
To lovin on, and scho not loving me?
Than war I gydit with misgovirnance,
That I sowld luve and I not lovit be.

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