Songs of the Unafraid

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To east to west - to north to south,
It's little today I care! 
My mind runs back from heather lands
once more to Tilbourn Faire
And to a lass of glad gray eyes 
I wonder is she there? 

South, to north, to west, to east,
the roads call out anew, 
but I mind me most of glad gray eyes
of a lass that once I knew.
They say that love is a bitter thing-
I wonder is it true?

To east, to west, to north to south,
it's little today I care!
My mind runs back from heather lands
once more to Tilbourn Faire
and to a lass of glad gray eyes
I wonder is she there?

To south, to north, to west, to east, 
The roads call out anew,
but I mind me most of glad gray eyes 
of a lass that once I knew.
They say that love is a bitter thing-
I wonder is it true?

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I hear the call of the wanderlust,
And God knows why, but go I must;
Until my bones are drifting dust
I'll follow the sea-gull's cry.
The bow-wash song to the dog-watch bell,
The kick o' the wheel and the chantey's spell
Get hold of a man in spite o' Hell,
And a better man than I!

I've ranged and rogued and I've done my bit;
I've danced the dance and I've paid for it; 
I've turned my heel on the Scripture's writ
In the lure of an alien eye.
But I set no store in the like o' these;
I want the sweep of the Seven Seas,
The mainsail-haul to a biting breeze
And a star to steer me by!

And yet- the old dream comes to me
Of a quiet home where I would be
Beyond the trackless miles o' the sea
And the far-blown clouds o' foam.
My homeland's call sets me astir
With hopes as brave as once they were,
And my heart cries out to the cry of her,-
For she calls me, this time, home!