fly Shoulder to shoulder, rejoicing her might Ages to come to sing this song Chorus Nothing can take it from me We are the sons of the sea Tossing above
ma'am at rest; in the fallen arches of the brilliant silence, coloured at dawn, and twilit by the twittering of birds; in the moon shining down on the shrew on my step; at
Licked his way up through the ranks, he had no time for sons and daughters She waits on him, the sweet young thing Repenting at her leisure Like a blinkered
