Let Me Sing Of What I Know

A wild west Coast, a little Town,
Where little Folk go up and down,
Tides flow and winds blow:
Night and Tempest and the Sea,
Human Will and Human Fate:
What is little, what is great?
Howsoe'er the answer be,
Let me sing of what I know.

by William Allingham

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Do sing about what you know- so far I find your heart and soul knows much and seeks to know more