That a lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright - But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight.'
For tho' from out our bourne of time and place The flood may bear me far I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crost the bar.
Sweet and low sweet and low Wind of the western sea Low low breathe and blow Wind of the western sea!