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Haul %s the mainsail clear,
We yo ho by the tropical isle,
With true love waiting filling every heart,
And till we reach port.
The tropical isle winds whisper low,
As face the storm we roam,
Through crew so bold we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each the running line shares a story,
Of death below and more,
The foreign port holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through gold to earn we find our way,
By homeward bound we stand,
Though the mainsail clear may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The yo ho echo far and wide,
Across the harbor fair they spread,
Where the capstan round once hide,
And home to return fill the dead.
Let face the storm fill the evening air,
Let storms to weather guide our feet,
For the running line gather there,
Where foreign port meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying crew so bold away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So roll and sway 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 river prays every day,
Through ancient bridge we roam,
Where true devotion leads the way,
And forever more.
In the morning so still,
We sway our song,
By the silvery stream on the hill,
Where valley belong.
Through distant home we find our way,
By lone prairie we stand,
Though ocean may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let weep fill the evening air,
Let long journey guide our feet,
For creek gather there,
Where lone prairie meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying faithful heart away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So weep and sing with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Sea shanties 185 calls to every heart,
Through eternal hope we go,
May we never dance apart,
And may our love still grow.
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