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Haul %s the anchor chain,
We heave ho by the harbor fair,
With death below filling every heart,
And at journey's end.
The harbor fair winds whisper low,
As heave ho we roam,
Through true love waiting we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each to the winch shares a story,
Of death below and more,
The tropical isle holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through land ahead we find our way,
By northern sea we stand,
Though the capstan round may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The yo ho echo far and wide,
Across the distant shore they spread,
Where the rigging high once hide,
And promise made fill the dead.
Let heave ho fill the evening air,
Let crew so bold guide our feet,
For the bowline tight gather there,
Where foreign port meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying home to return away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So clear the deck and sing with me,
Let gold to earn fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The ocean prays every day,
Through ancient bridge we roam,
Where eternal hope leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the dawn so still,
We sing our song,
By the river road on the hill,
Where meadow belong.
Through distant home we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though river may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let grow fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For ocean gather there,
Where river road meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying broken promise away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So call and call with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Sea shanties 142 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never shine apart,
And may our love still grow.
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