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In his little house he learned it all, And he clinched his hands and he bowed his head   "The fever!" they said. IN HIS LITTLE HOUSE HE LEARNED IT ALL AND HE CLINCHED HIS HANDS AND HE BOWED HIS HEAD THE FEVER THEY SAID
thou temperate; Unto thine elders at the board Do thou sweet reverence accord; And, though to dignity inclined, Unto the serving-folk be kind; Be ever mindful of the poor, Nor turn them hungry from the door; And unto God, for health and food And all that in thy life is good, Give thou thy heart in gratitude. FISHERMAN JIM'S KIDS Fisherman Jim lived on the hill With his bonnie wife an' his little boys; 'T wuz "Blow, ye winds, as blow ye will-- Naught we reck of your cold and noise!" For happy and warm were he an' his, And he dandled his kids upon his knee To the song of the sea. Fisherman Jim would sail all day, But, when come night, upon the sands His little kids ran from their play, Callin' to him an' wavin' their hands; Though the wind was fresh and the sea was high, He'd hear'em--you bet--above the roar Of the waves on the shore! Once Fisherman Jim sailed into the bay As the sun went down in a cloudy sky, And never a kid saw he at play, And he listened in vain for the welcoming cry.  FISHERMEN JIM'S KIDS FROM LOVE SONGS OF CHILDHOOD THIS IS A LIBERVOX RECORDING ALL LIVERPOX RECORDINGS ARE IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN FROM MORE INFORMATION OR TO VOLUNTEER PLEASE VISIT EL I B R I VO X DATAWARGI RECORDING BY SQUIDVASHLAKOVA LOVE SONGS OF CHILDHOOD BY EUGENE FIELD FISHERMEN JIM'S KIDS FISHERMAN JIM LIVED ON THE HILL WITH HIS BONNIE WIFE AND HIS LITTLE BOYS TWAS BLOW YE WINDS AS BLOW YE WILL NOT WE WRECK OF YOUR COLD AND NOISE FOR HAPPY AND WARM WERE HE AND HIS AND HE DANDLED HIS KIDS UPON HIS KNEE TO THE SONG OF THE SEA FISHERMAN JIM WOULD SAIL ALL DAY BUT WHEN COME NIGHT UPON THE SANDS HIS LITTLE KIDS RAN FROM THEIR PLAY CALLING TO HIM AND WAVING THEIR HANDS THOUGH THE WIND WAS FRESH AND THE SEA WAS HIGH HE'D HEAR HIM YOU BET ABOVE THE ROAR OF THE WAVES ON THE SHORE ONCE FISHERMAN JIM SAILED INTO THE BAY AS THE SUN WENT DOWN IN A CLOUDY SKY AND NEVER A KID SAW HE AT PLAY AND HE LISTENED IN VAIN FOR THE WELCOMING CRY
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