Stavanger Bay Don't be afraid if there's no wind in my hair

he was rendered breathless, smile on his parted lips, gentle curl of cords framing an eye looking with a glimmer, the other catching glimpses.

his leashed heart pulled him to all four pawpads. slavuj rose and with him rose his voice, beginning with a long, doggish howl.

near baenbridge town, in th' county down,

ouen mornin' laest july!

he hopped, a man's dance, around reverie, grin on his face.

down ae boreen green, came a sweet couleen,

aend she smiled aes she passed mi by,

ouh she looked sou sweet fram her two bare feet,

to th' sheen ouf her gil-ded hair,

suech ae winsome elf, that ai pinched maiself,

foer tchu see ai was standin' dere!

and he thought to himself, see, how easy it is?