You folks brought tears to my eyes.

I'd all but forgotten this song. My Dad, who died 3 weeks ago, would sing this (to me I always thought, but maybe as much to the open air)when we were motoring around in our little boat which he had built himself. I never had any idea what it all meant, but just going off to one's love with a boxing glove was enough to amuse me as a child, never mind the sight of Dad dropping all choral discipline and shouting this over the roar of the ancient 3 horse outboard as we rolled along with the waves. He had lots of old songs in his head, from a time before my childhood understanding, and I wish I could hear them one more time. I don't think I'd heard this one for 30 years or more, but I was immediately transported to a time when Dad was only a little older than I am now and I viewed him as a kind of protector.

Sorry for crying on the community shoulder. I AM happy I now have these words.

Peace and love, Mooh.