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"
Speed
,
bonnie
boat
,
like
a
bird
on
the
wing
.
‘
Onward
!
’
the
sailors
cry
!
Carry
the
lad
that
’
s
born
to
be
king
Over
the
sea
to
Skye
.
"
After
a
lonely
while
I
blew
out
the
candle
and
walked
home
by
way
of
High
Street
.
Willie
wasn
’
t
asleep
yet
in
the
police
car
.
"
Seems
to
me
you
’
re
out
a
lot
,
Eth
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
know
how
it
is
.
"
"
Sure
.
Spring
.
Young
man
’
s
fancy
.
"
Mary
was
asleep
,
smiling
,
but
when
I
slipped
in
beside
her
,
she
half
awakened
.
The
misery
was
in
my
stomach
—
the
cold
,
hurting
misery
.
Mary
turned
on
her
side
and
gathered
me
into
her
warm
grass
-
smelling
body
and
I
needed
her
.
I
knew
the
misery
would
get
less
,
but
right
now
I
needed
her
.
I
don
’
t
know
whether
she
really
awakened
but
even
sleeping
she
knew
my
need
.
And
afterward
she
was
awake
and
she
said
,
"
I
suppose
you
’
re
hungry
.
"
