The Gest of Robyn Hode: A Critical and Textual Commentary
To Paricia Rosenberg
he last of he few
Oh, I will build me a boat of silver,
Steer it with a golden oar,
And I will sail out of this sad harbor
And never sail back to this dark shore.
For swiftly come all the tides returning,
Swiftly go then and will not stay.
There is no boatman can net the morning,
There is no boatman can net the day.
— J. B. Goodenough