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 Then to our faithful mariners

The social can shall flow,

Who swept through the deep,

While the stormy winds did blow.

While the stormy winds did blow,

While the stormy winds did blow,

While the battle raged long and load,

And the storms of war did blow.

 

 

and wearily, the way-worn traveller

Plods uncheerily, afraid to stop;

Wandering drearily, a sad unraveller

Of the mazes t'ward the mountain’s top.