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38565	Moore, Bernard	Cornish Catches, and Other Verses			.txt	text/plain	9590	898	99	Schoolmaister knaws a mort o' things as baint a bit o' use; An' tho' they'm good for larnin' if 'ee awnly knaws the way, For I have knawed the Cornish maids, an' like 'em best of any. But Dolly Pentreath her still lives on in the hearts of One and All. SUNDAY IN THE CORNISH PORT Sure 'nuff he thinks a mort o' things tho' 'tis little he has to say. A blue light danced about his eyes like sunshine on the bay, But 'tis turble hard for the fisherman as awnly sails the Bay, Sure 'nuff, 'twas good when I wandered away, An' 'tis good to have time to make ready to sail Shall in the far light of a distant day Shine from sweet eyes, fair as the sea's own blue, To the Winds of the World from the hills and the sea far blowing, Star-like my Lady shines in her fair white tower.	./cache/38565.txt	./txt/38565.txt