All day we fought the tides between the North Head and the South All day we hauled the frozen sheets to scape the stormfs wet mouth All day as cold as charity in bitter pain and dread For very life and nature we tacked from head to head We gave the South a wider berth for there the tide-race roared But every tack we made we brought the North Head close aboard We saw the cliffs and houses and the breakers running high And the coastguard in his garden his glass against his eye The frost was on the village roofs as white as ocean foam The good red fi res were burning bright in every long-shore home The windows sparkled clear and the chimneys volleyed out And I vow we sniffed the victuals as the vessel went about The bells upon the church were rung with a mighty jovial cheer For it's just that I should tell you how (of all days in the year) This day of our adversity was blessed Christmas morn And the house above the coastguardfs was the house where I was born And well I knew the talk they had the talk that was of me Of the shadow on the household and the son that went to sea And oh the wicked fool I seemed in every kind of way To be here and hauling frozen ropes on blessed Christmas Day