chay-sing

Updated: June 23, 2025

Down below in the bunkers the coal went thudding faintly, heard up on the boat deck more as vibrations than sounds, mingling with the tinkling of guitars, the lazy splash of oars; somewhere a man with a voice like a rook was cawing: "A mother was chay-sing her boy round the room, She was chay-sing her boy round the room" over and over again.

Leonora Eyles - Captivity