Cast Out, Dear Boy
Fish is needed to be ate at our table,
With bread of the rising yeasts,
Cast out the line, my son,
Out towards the swimming beasts.
Keep eyes on the work in the front of you, son,
There’s time for love when you’re ole,
Cast out your heart, dear boy,
Let feeling ne’er rule your soul.
There is a world of providential beauty,
Hiding behind your shoulder,
Cast out your curse, dear boy,
Hold to that path no longer.
Never walking lonely if you choose this route,
Cared about, provided for,
Cast down your self, my son,
Give til you can give no more.