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SEA SONGS. 69 |
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You're working for comfort at home,
Day by day, in your dull mill-horse round; We'd rather with waves and winds roam,
Than, nailed to your desks, we'd be found ; Month by month, the same bustle and fuss
You go through, the same dull pens you drive; Your street life, it wouldn't suit us ;
Why, mates, it's not being alive; What though, blast and storm, we must face ?
Round the globe all alive we are swept; We'd not with you landsmen change place,
Though the watch, calm or storm, must be kept. |
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