`` Sleep sound for all o ' that . '' ' `` Is the Plague comin ' to the Marsh ? '' she says . Them was all the ills she knowed . ' `` No . Sleep sound for all o ' that , '' says Robin . ` She turned about , half mindful to go in , but the liddle voices grieved that shrill an ' sorrowful she turns back , an ' she cries : `` If it is not a Trouble of Flesh an ' Blood , what can I do ? '' ` The Pharisees cried out upon her from all round to fetch them a boat to sail to France , an ' come back no more . ' `` There 's a boat on the Wall , '' she says , `` but I ca n't push it down to the sea , nor sail it when 't is there . '' ' `` Lend us your sons , '' says all the Pharisees . `` Give 'em Leave an ' Good-will to sail it for us , Mother -- O Mother ! '' ' `` One 's dumb , an ' t ` other 's blind , '' she says . `` But all the dearer me for that ; and you 'll lose them in the big sea . '' The voices justabout pierced through her ; an ' there was children 's voices too . She stood out all she could , but she could n't rightly stand against that . So she says : `` If you can draw my sons for your job , I 'll not hinder 'em . You ca n't ask no more of a Mother . '' ` She saw them liddle green lights dance an ' cross till she was dizzy ; she heard them liddle feet patterin ' by the thousand ; she heard cruel Canterbury Bells ringing to Bulverhithe , an ' she heard the great Tide-wave ranging along the Wall . That was while the Pharisees was workin ' a Dream to wake her two sons asleep : an ' while she bit on her fingers she saw them two she 'd bore come out an ' pass her with never a word . She followed 'em , cryin ' pitiful , to the old boat on the Wall , an ' that they took an ' runned down to the sea .
` When they 'd stepped mast an ' sail the blind son speaks : `` XXXXX , we 're waitin ' your Leave an ' Good-will to take Them over . '' '
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