There's them as plan, and them as chance
And them as rather walk, than dance
There's them as never leaves the shore
But me, I've always seized an oar
A mate or two on either side
To set our backs against the tide
Not knowing where our prow might touch
Not turning round, not caring much
There's them as never leaves the shore
But me, I've always seized an oar
A mate or two on either side
To set our backs against the tide
Not knowing where our prow might touch
Not turning round, not caring much
FELIX DENNIS
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