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T: Tickle Cove Pond
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w:cut-tin' and haul-in', in frost and in snow, We're up a-gainst 
w:knew that the ice be-came weak-er each day, But still took the 
w:this I ig-nored with a whip-han-dle blow, For men are too 
w:raised an a-larm you could hear for a mile, And neigh-bours turned
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w:trou-ble that few peo-ple know And_ on-ly with pa-tience and cou-rage and 
w:risk and kept haul-in' a-way, One_ eve-nin' in A-pril, bound home with a 
w:stu-pid dumb crea-tures to know: The_ ve-ry next mo-ment, the pond gave a 
w:up in a ve-ry short while; You can al-ways de-pend on the Old-fords and 
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w:grit, And eat-in' plain food can we keep our-selves fit. The hard and the ea-sy we 
w:load, The mare showed some halt-in' u-pon the ice road. She knew more than I did, as
w:sigh, And up to our necks went poor Kit-ty and I. Now if I had ta-ken wise 
w:Whites To ren-der a-ssis-tance in all your bad plights. To help a poor neigh-bor is
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w:take as it comes, And when ponds freeze o-ver, we shor-ten our runs, To_ 
w:mat-ters turned out, And luck-y for me had I joined in her doubt, She_
w:Kit-ty's ad-vice, I ne-ver would take the short cut on the ice, Poor_
w:part of their lives. The same I can say for their chil-dren and wives. The_
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w:hur-ry my haul-in', with spring com-in' on, Near lost me my mare out on Tic-kle Cove Pond. 
w:turned round her head and with tears in her eyes As if she were say-in', "You're risk-ing our lives!"
w:crea-ture, she's dead and poor crea-ture, she's gone, I'll ne'er get my wood out of Tic-kle Cove Pond.
w:bow-line was fas-tened a-round the mare's neck, William White for a shan-ty song made a re-quest.
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w:lay, So straight from his head came this song right-a-way:
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w:Lay_ hold, Will-iam Old-ford, lay hold Will-iam White, Lay hold of the cor-dage and pull all your might, 
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w:Lay_ hold of the bow-line and pull all you can, And give me a lift for poor Kit on the pond.
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W:Tickle Cove Pond
W:
W:In cuttin' and haulin', in frost and in snow,
W:We're up against trouble that few people know
W:And only with patience and courage and grit,
W:And eatin' plain food can we keep ourselves fit.
W:The hard and the easy we take as it comes,
W:And when ponds freeze over, we shorten our runs,
W:To hurry my haulin', with spring comin' on
W:Near lost me my mare out on Tickle Cove Pond.
W:
W:cho: Lay hold, William Oldford, lay hold William White
W:     Lay hold of the cordage and pull all your might,
W:     Lay hold of the bowline and pull all you can,
W:     And give me a lift for poor Kit on the pond.
W:
W:I knew that the ice became weaker each day
W:But still took the risk and kept haulin' away,
W:One evenin' in April, bound home with a load,
W:The mare showed some haltin' upon the ice road.
W:She knew more than I did, as matters turned out,
W:And lucky for me had I joined in her doubt,
W:She turned round her head and with tears in her eyes
W:As if she were sayin', "You're risking our lives!"
W:
W:All this I ignored with a whip-handle blow
W:For men are too stupid dumb creatures to know:
W:The very next moment, the pond gave a sigh
W:And up to our necks went poor Kitty and I.
W:Now if I had taken wise Kitty's advice
W:I never would take the short cut on the ice,
W:Poor creature, she's dead and poor creature, she's gone,
W:I'll ne'er get my wood out of Tickle Cove Pond.
W:
W:I raised an alarm you could hear for a mile,
W:And neighbours turned up in a very short while;
W:You can always depend on the Oldfords and Whites
W:To render assistance in all your bad plights.
W:To help a poor neighbor is part of their lives
W:The same I can say for their children and wives.
W:The bowline was fastened around the mare's neck
W:William White for a shanty song made a request
W:There was no time for thinkin', no time for delay,
W:So straight from his head came this song rightaway:
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W:last chorus:
W:     Lay hold, William Oldford, Lay hold, William White,
W:     Lay hold of the hawser and pull al your might,
W:     Lay hold of the bowline and pull all you can -
W:     And with that we got Kit out of Tickle Cove Pond.
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