Fanny Hawke Lyrics

Fanny Hawke
Leaving
No-one on the pier to wave her away

Goodbye to the baskets
In an angle in the breakfast room
Goodbye little brother
With your long face
Small smooth shells on the great strands

Come little Fanny Hawke
Be an outlaw for us
Bring what you own
In a sea-box

Your linens
Your simplest stitchings
Your evening headcloths
Your confident plainness

Look at your elegant son
Squaring up landscapes
And your other son
A captain in a war

All happening as you set out
Oh Fanny