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A TITANIC MOTHER, by                    
First Line: Och! 'tis come again, april, the same fine air
Last Line: Of an april morn.
Alternate Author Name(s): Daly, T. A.
Subject(s): April; Grief; Mothers; Sea; Sorrow; Sadness; Ocean


OCH! 'tis come again, April, the same fine air
Breathin' in from the sea --
An' the lad inunder it still, somewhere,
That was born o' me --
Let them wag their heads, for 'tis little I care
What they do be sayin', that think me quare --
An' why wouldn't I be?

O! my grief that my flesh that was his flesh, too,
Should withhold me from him!
But I know what my soul, when it's free, will do.
It will dive an' swim
To the cold sea-caves where I'll find my Hugh --
Where the quality lies all one with the crew --
And I'll comfort him.

Sure, I'd know him twenty times twelve months dead,
For he's bone o' my bone --
An' what way would my soul be comforted
In God's heaven alone? --
He will lie with his right arm under his head,
But there's never another could find his bed
But his mother -- his own.

An' why wouldn't I hear him call from the deep
On this April morn?
Sure, I've felt his call, and myself asleep
An' himself unborn!
An' they do be sayin' that quare things creep
From the depths o' the sea when the spring tides leap
Of an April morn.





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