Chapters 12
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1 A New Arrival - Read by ADK 1:21
Cable.
November 7, 2010, Montreal.
There came to port last Sunday night the queerest little craft. Without an inch of rigging on, I looked, and looked, and laughed. It seemed so curious that she should cross the unknown water, and more herself right in my room, my daughter, oh, my daughter. Yet by these presents witness all, she's welcome fifty times, and comes consigned to hope and love, and common metre rhymes. She has no manifest but this. No flag floats o'er the water. She's too new for the British Lloyds, my daughter. Oh, my daughter. Ring out wild bells, and tame ones, too. Ring out the lover's moon. Ring in the little worsted socks. Ring in the bib and spoon. Ring out the muse. Ring in the nurse. Ring in the milk and water.
Away with paper, pen, and ink. My daughter, oh, my daughter.
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2 A New Arrival - Read by ASB 1:15
Cable. There came to port last Sunday night the queerest little craft. Without an inch of rigging on, I looked and looked and laughed. It seemed so curious that she should cross the unknown water, and more herself right in my room, my daughter, oh, my daughter. Yet by these presents witness all, She's welcome fifty times, and comes consigned to hope and love and common metre rhymes. She has no manifest but this, no flag floats o'er the water. She's too new for the British Lloyds. My daughter, oh, my daughter. Ring out wild bells, and tame ones, too. Ring out the lover's moon. Ring in the little worsted socks. Ring in the bib and spoon. Ring out the muse, ring in the nurse, ring in the milk and water, away with paper, pen, and ink.
My daughter, oh, my daughter.
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3 A New Arrival - Read by BK 1:10
Cable.
There came to port last Sunday night the queerest little craft. Without an inch of rigging on, I looked and looked and laughed. It seemed so curious that she should cross the unknown water and more herself right in my room, my daughter, oh, my daughter. Yet by these presents witness all, she's welcome fifty times, and comes consigned to hope and love, and common meter rhymes. She has no manifest but this, no flag floats over the water. She's too new for the British Lloyds, my daughter, oh, my daughter. Ring out wild bells, and tame ones too, ring out the lover's moon. Wing in the little worsted socks, Wing in the bib and spoon, Wing out the muse, Wing in the nurse, Wing in the milk and water, Away with paper, pen and ink, My daughter, oh, my daughter.
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4 New Arrival - Read by CH 1:19
Cable.
There came to port last Sunday night the queerest little craft. Without an inch of rigging on, I looked and looked and laughed. It seemed so curious that she should cross the unknown water and moor herself right in my room, my daughter, oh, my daughter. Yet by these presents witness all, She's welcome fifty times, And comes consigned to hope and love, And common metre rhymes. She has no manifest but this, No flag floats o'er the water. She's too new for the British lloyds, My daughter, O my daughter. Ring out, wild bells, And tame ones, too, Ring out the lover's moon, Ring in the little worsted socks, Ring in the bib and spoon, Ring out the muse, ring in the nurse, ring in the milk and water, away with paper, pen and ink.
My daughter, oh my daughter.
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5 A New Arrival - Read by DL 1:22
Cable.
November, 2010, in Brampton, Ontario.
There came to port last Sunday night the queerest little craft. Without an inch of rigging on, I looked and looked and laughed. It seemed so curious that she should cross the unknown water and moor herself right in my room. My daughter, O my daughter! Yet by these presents, witness all, she's welcome fifty times, and comes consigned to hope and love, and common metre rhymes. She has no manifest but this. No flag floats o'er the water. She's too new for the British Lloyds, my daughter, O my daughter! Ring out, wild bells, and tame ones, too. Ring out the lover's moon. Ring in the little worsted socks. Ring in the bib and spoon. Ring out the muse. Ring in the nurse. Ring in the milk and water. Away with paper, pen and ink.
My daughter, oh my daughter.
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6 A New Arrival - Read by ETK 1:30
Cable. Read for LibriVox.org by Elizabeth Klett.
There came to port last Sunday night the queerest little craft. Without an inch of rigging on, I looked and looked and laughed. It seemed so curious that she should cross the unknown water, and more herself right in my room. My daughter, O my daughter! Yet by these presents, witness all, she's welcome fifty times, and comes consigned to hope and love, and common metre rhymes. She has no manifest but this, no flag floats o'er the water. She's too new for the British Lloyds. My daughter, O my daughter! Ring out wild bells and tame ones too. Ring out the lover's moon. Ring in the little worsted socks. Ring in the bib and spoon. Ring out the muse. Ring in the nurse. Ring in the milk and water. Away with paper, pen, and ink.
My daughter, oh, my daughter.
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7 A New Arrival - Read by JSB 1:17
Cable.
There came to port last Sunday night, the queerest little craft, without an inch of rigging on. I looked and looked and laughed. It seemed so curious that she should cross the unknown water and moor herself right in my room. My daughter, oh, my daughter. Yet by these presents witness all, she's welcome fifty times, and comes consigned to hope and love, and come and meet her rhymes. She has no manifest but this, no flag floats o'er the water. She's too new for the British lloyds. My daughter, oh, my daughter. Ring out wild bells, and tame ones too. Ring out the lover's moon. Ring in the little worsted socks, ring in the bib and spoon. Ring out the muse, ring in the nurse, ring in the milk and water.
Away with paper, pen, and ink. My daughter, oh, my daughter.
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8 A New Arrival - Read by Kara 1:14
Cable.
There came to port last Sunday night the queerest little craft. Without an inch of rigging on, I looked and looked and laughed. It seemed so curious that she should cross the unknown water and moor herself right in my room. My daughter, oh, my daughter! Yet by these presents, witness all, she's welcome fifty times, and comes consigned to hope and love, and common metre rhymes. She has no manifest but this, no flag floats o'er the water. She's too new for the British lloyds. My daughter, oh, my daughter. Ring out wild bells, and tame ones, too. Ring out the lover's moon. Ring in the little worsted socks. Ring in the bib and spoon. Ring out the muse, ring in the nurse, ring in the milk and water, away with paper, pen and ink.
My daughter, oh my daughter.
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9 A New Arrival - Read by LLW 1:28
Cable.
There came to port last Sunday night the queerest little craft without an inch of rigging on. I looked and looked and laughed. It seemed so curious that she should cross the unknown water and moor herself right in my room. My daughter, Oh, my daughter! Yet by these presents, witness all, she's welcome fifty times, and comes consigned to hope and love and common metre rhymes. She has no manifest but this, no flag floats o'er the water. She's too new for the British Lloyds. My daughter! Oh, my daughter! Ring out wild bells, and tame ones, too. Ring out the lover's moon. Ring in the little worsted socks. Ring in the bib and spoon. Ring out the muse. Ring in the nurse. Ring in the milk and water.
Away with paper, pen, and ink. My daughter, oh, my daughter.
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10 A New Arrival - Read by MGT 1:17
Cable. There came to port last Sunday night, the queerest little craft, without an inch of rigging on. I looked and looked and laughed. It seemed so curious that she should cross the unknown water and moor herself right in my room. My daughter, oh, my daughter! Yet, By these presents witness all, she's welcome fifty times, and comes consigned to hope and love, and common meter rhymes. She has no manifest but this, no flag floats over the water. She's too new for the British Lloyds, my daughter, oh, my daughter. Ring out wild bells, and tame ones too. Ring out the lover's moon. Ring in the little worsted socks. Ring in the bib and spoon. Ring out the muse, ring in the nurse, ring in the milk and water, away with paper, pen and ink.
My daughter, oh, my daughter.
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11 A New Arrival - Read by REF 1:29
Cable.
There came to port last Sunday night the queerest little craft without an inch of rigging on. I looked and looked and laughed. It seemed so curious that she should cross the unknown water, and more herself right in my room, my daughter. O my daughter. Yet by these presents witness all she's welcome fifty times, and comes consigned to hope and love and common metre rhymes. She has no manifest but this. No flag floats o'er the water. She's too new for the British Lloyds. My daughter, O my daughter. Ring out wild bells, and tame ones, too. Ring out the lover's moon. Ring in the little worsted socks. Ring in the bib and spoon. Ring out the muse. Ring in the nurse. Ring in the milk and water. Away with paper, pen, and ink.
My daughter, oh, my daughter.
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12 A New Arrival - Read by RG 1:37
Cable.
There came to port last Sunday night the queerest little craft without an inch of rigging on. I looked and looked and laughed. It seemed so curious that she should cross the unknown water, And moor herself right in my room. My daughter, oh, my daughter! Yet by these presents, witness all, she's welcome fifty times, and comes consigned to hope and love, and common metre rhymes. She has no manifest but this. No flag floats o'er the water. She's too new for the British Lloyds. My daughter, oh, my daughter! Ring out wild bells, and tame ones, too. Ring out the lover's moon. Ring in the little worsted socks. Ring in the bib and spoon. Ring out the muse. Ring in the nurse. Ring in the milk and water.
Away with paper, pen, and ink. My daughter. Oh, my daughter.