A silent cottage - face and toes Turned up to the daisies - a sweet repose 45 Then "Ice Cream Parlour" my eye regales Little boy grown sleek with his Sunday sales. Oh glorious gleaming, glinting tides Where the Faugh-A-Bella4" at anchor rides Oh, great old sea, oh friends so true Would I could dwell for aye with you. . Uiwrrl Mi'fc • % t.Tutf 'U-; *, • I ■ ' ^niqo iiitmAsBj y, a »«• .:A ' ■" • 135