THREE fishers went sailing out into the west, Out into the west, as the sun went down, Each thought of the woman who loved him best, And the children stood watching them out of the town; For men must work, and women must weep, And there's little to earn, and many to keep, Though the harbour-bar be moaning. Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tower, And they trimmed the lamps as the sun went down; They looked at the squall, and they looked at the shower, And the night-rack came rolling up ragged and brown; But men must work, and women must weep, Though storms be sudden, and waters deep, And the harbour-bar be moaning. Three corpses lie out on the shining sands, In the morning gleam, as the tide goes down, And the women are weeping and wringing their hands, For those who will never come home to the town. For men must work, and women must weep, And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep, And good-bye to the bar and its moaning. _ROBERT BURNS_ AULD LANG SYNE For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne! SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min'? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne. We twa hae run about the braes, And pou'd the gowans fine, But we've wander'd mony a weary fit Sin' auld lang syne. We twa hae paidl'd i' the burn Frae morning sun till dine, But seas between us braid hae roar'd Sin' auld lang syne. And here 's a hand, my trusty fiere, And gie 's a hand o' thine, And we 'll tak a right guid willie-waught For auld lang syne. And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp, And surely I'll be mine, And we 'll tak a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne! _HENRY CAREY_ GOD SAVE THE KING GOD save our gracious King, Long live our noble King, God save the King. Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us, God save the King. O Lord our God, arise! Scatter his enemies, And make them fall! Confound their politics, Frustrate their knavish tricks; On Thee our hopes we fix God save us all. Thy choicest gifts in store On him be pleased to pour, Long may he reign! May he defend our laws, And ever give us cause To sing, with heart and voice, God save the King!