OUR MAN If there be furrow and not creek When the Primester's lips part to speak That is the face of our Man If the shadow goes beyond the wall And the man in it be proud and tall That is the frame of our Man If the sound be huaued and wuaued And the words come slow and labored That is the voice of our Man If the walk be floppy and flat And the talk be whimpered and sad That is the way of our Man O! The wonders of the Queen! To seek her ways and her favour win For she draws us a goodly line And says to us: their treasure be all thine Let live and them kill For the nether folks shall yet till And other folks shall yet stand And their treasure still upon our hand If there be furrow and not creek When the Primester's lips part to speak That is the face of our pain