The bargemen see
| Me growing old
| I see the bargemen
| Aging too
| We play the game
| Of Tom Fools
| Where the one
| Who still is oldest
| In my work
| Even in summer
| He must travel
| WIth eyes clossed
| It's not nothing
| Being a lockman
| The barge men know
| My bloated face
| They joke with me
| That's there mistake
| Half sorcerer
| Half drunkard
| I cast a spell
| On all that sings
| In my work
| In autumn
| We gather fruit
| And the drowned
| It's not nothing
| Being a lockman
| In his basket
| A baby squirms
| To watch the fly
| On his nose
| Mama moans
| And time frets
| Cabbage sweats
| And fires groan
| In my work
| In winter
| We think of the father
| Who drowned himself
| It's not nothing
| Being a lockman
| Towards the spring
| The barge women
| Feign and gloat
| From their boat
| I'd like their games
| But for that war
| That he leaves me
| Somewhat damaged
| In my work
| In the spring
| One takes the time
| To drown self
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| The Lockman
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