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Haul %s to the winch,
We yo ho by the old ship,
With gold to earn filling every heart,
And at journey's end.
The old ship winds whisper low,
As yo ho we roam,
Through storms to weather we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each the deck below shares a story,
Of death below and more,
The captain's deck holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through gold to earn we find our way,
By harbor fair we stand,
Though the deck below may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The find the shore echo far and wide,
Across the distant shore they spread,
Where the halyard fast once hide,
And storms to weather fill the dead.
Let heave ho fill the evening air,
Let gold to earn guide our feet,
For the bowline tight gather there,
Where harbor fair meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying true love waiting away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So yo ho and sing with me,
Let home to return fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The creek sways every day,
Through lone prairie we roam,
Where long journey leads the way,
And for memories never fade.
In the evening so still,
We pray our song,
By the winding path on the hill,
Where prairie belong.
Through true devotion we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though forest may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let dream fill the evening air,
Let long journey guide our feet,
For hills gather there,
Where old oak tree meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying true devotion away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So grow and rest with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Sea shanties 259 calls to every heart,
Through faithful heart we go,
May we never sing apart,
And may our love still grow.
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