- 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 anyone 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 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 blowing and that tide.