"Her father had sailed across the sea
From the harbour of Africa
When all the slaves took up their tools
For the bidding of Barbara.
From the harbour of Africa
When all the slaves took up their tools
For the bidding of Barbara.
She smote the bare wall with her hand
And bad them smite again;
She poured them wealth of wine and meat
To stay them in their pain.
And bad them smite again;
She poured them wealth of wine and meat
To stay them in their pain.
And cried through the lifted thunder
Of thronging hammer and hod
'Throw open the third window
In the third name of God.'
Of thronging hammer and hod
'Throw open the third window
In the third name of God.'
Then the hearts failed and the tools fell,
And far towards the foam,
Men saw a shadow on the sands
And her father coming home."
And far towards the foam,
Men saw a shadow on the sands
And her father coming home."
Speak low and low, along the line the whispered word is flying
Before the touch, before the time, we may not loose a breath:
Before the touch, before the time, we may not loose a breath:
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