General   (General discussion, talk about anything.)

I hope this comes out a bit clearer.


My boy Jack "Have you news of my boy Jack?"
Not this tide. "When d'you think that he'll come back?"
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.
"Has any one else had word of him?" not this tide.
For what is sunk will hardly swim, not with this wind blowing, and this tide."
"Oh dear, what comfort can I find?" none with this tide, nor any tide.
Except he did not shame his kind, not even with that wind blowing.
And that tide. Then hold your head up all the more, this tide and every tide
Because he was the son you bore, and gave to that wind and that tide.

Probably more prosaic than poetic, but, it gets the point across.