Oh, this is the place where the fishermen gather, With oilskins and boots and Cape Anns battened down; All sizes and figures with squid lines and jiggers, They congregate here on the squid-jigging ground.

Oh, this is the place where the fishermen gather, With oilskins and boots and Cape Anns battened down; All sizes and figures with squid lines and jiggers, They congregate here on the squid-jigging ground.

Of which things she thought again as she passed various Centralias and wondered if there were Anns longing for love in all those unlovely places.

She feared that many Anns had yet to go down before them.

She wondered if the Anns of her uncle's city would find the world a safer or a sweeter place after that cathedral had been erected.

That was Ann's typeand that was why there were Anns.